Is that too much to ask for? I mean really, I've been a somewhat good girl this year, I have not committed any grievous sins against my fellow man. I have been kind (sometimes), generous (sometimes), and full of sunshine and flowers (okay never, shutyourface). My point is, there's a helluva lot worse people in this world than me Santa, my biggest sin being I curse like a sailor and believe children should be seen and not heard (did I say that outloud?) Anyway, I don't think a condo in Florida is too much to ask for you big fat fucker in a red suit. It does not even have to be Florida, it could be any southern state really just get me the fuck away FROM ALL THIS GODDAMN SNOW. Please, please help me or I'm not going to be held accountable for my actions (like I ever am, really).
Santa, it started yesterday morning. Okay, maybe it started prior to me dragging my ass out of bed at 10:00am, who knows, who cares? Anyway, it was snowing when I woke up. As I drank my 6th cup of coffee curled up in my recliner, it was quite pretty. I have a very nice view of the water, (perfect spot to park your sleigh Santa, just make sure it's frozen through, wouldn't want to have to fish you out of the river on Christmas eve) from my living room window, the trees were covered with snow, the flakes were falling softly on the shore, everything had a hushed, calm quality about it. This is the year I'm going to like snow, I thought to myself. You get that I can delude myself like nobody's business, right?
So the snow was beautiful, yesterday. This morning, not so much. At 6:45 in the morning the last thing I want to do is scrape 3 inches of fucking ice off my car. The last thing I want to do is fight, curse, scream at my car door because the goddamn ice has it frozen solid and I can't get in to start it to warm the fucking thing up. The last thing I want to do is rip my wipers off because I'm too goddamn lazy to completely clear the ice off my front windshield. The last thing I want to do is have some jackass cockfucker riding my ass during the my entire 60km drive - do you see the ice on the roads you stupid fucker? Do you? Prick - back off my ass I am driving a brand new vehicle and if you ding my bumper I will take you down. I have three kids in the car and if you hit me you are going to die a slow, very horrible, painful death mothafucka. Of course I said none of that, because the kids were in the car and it would make me a horrible mother to say those things in front of my kids. Right Santa? Okay ... maybe I mumbled "prick" but the kids all had headphones in and couldn't hear me. Yeah, I get that you see me when I'm sleeping and you know when I'm awake, happy, sad and cursing like a truck stop whore. Whatever.
Can you tell I like snow? Yeah, I figured this would paint a very vivid picture of my love for the fucking white stuff. I apologize for all the bad words Santa, but holy fuck can somebody stop the insanity?
You will argue that snow puts folks in the Christmas spirit. I'll tell you this, I was in no damn type of holiday spirit before the snow and ruining a perfectly good pair of heels walking on the ice hasn't fucking improved my disposition any. The skiers, ohhhh the skiers. They're flitting around here at work today like someone has handed them a million dollars. They say things like "oh isn't it a beautiful morning" and "oh doesn't the snow just do wonders for your soul". No you fucking fairy, blazing hot sun and palm trees would do wonders for my soul, this white shit just pisses me off. You know the skiers have been performing midnight human sacrifices to the snow gods since the first of November, because that's the way they roll. Shifty lot...
So Santa, I'd like a condo in a southern state please. I will leave carrots for the reindeers and cookies and milk for you (though it wouldn't hurt you to lay off the cookies a bit and lose a few pounds...hey a bunch of us bloggers are doing a fit challenge in 2010, you're more than welcome to join us). Send my warmest regards to the old ball and chain, Mrs. Claus. We'll see you in 18 days. 18 days, holy shit, 18 days, must go hyperventilate now.
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