Urg.

It's that time of year again. When I look at the fiber optic Christmas tree and wonder...

Is there enough cable in that thing to strangle the whole family?

I love my family. I will not lose my shit again this year. I love my family.

I will not scream that it's fucking Christmas.

I will be good. And filled with good cheer.

I will ignore the rising tide of annoyance/rage.

I will...take another anti-anxiety/antihisthamine pill.

But hey, the fracking house is duly tacky. Three blow-up characters? Check. Two animated light-up deer? Check. Appropriate greenery? Check. Bay window filled with Grandmom's "holiday" dolls? Check.