Play that Christmas Music, White Boy
Now that my birthday and Thanksgiving are over, you can all listen to Christmas music. And if you were listening to it before then, well, I am disappointed in you. Unlike the title of this blog, C does not like Christmas music as much as the next guy. Let me rephrase - C doesn't like Christmas as much as the next guy. But unfortunately for him he married a Christmas addict with no hope of recovery. >:) Which means haul out the holly, because it's DECORATING TIME! Well, if we had holly I'd pull it out. All we have is a small box of decorations and two Christmas trees. We are still perplexed as to where the other tree came from. Neither of us can come up with anything. We'll just take it as a Christmas miracle and roll with it. *Dwight raises roadkill goose into the air* So my birthday was fun. My coworker got me one of those Mylar balloons that never dies, so I promptly taped it to my computer so everyone would awkwardly ask if it was my birthday. Yay! C ended...