Christmas and stuff.

As most of you know, I'm not a fan of Christmas. But this year, I'm trying really hard to not be such a fucking Grinch. Only because, prepare your tissues folks, it's probably my grandmothers last Christmas. So, yesterday after work, I took her a present to open early. It's a cute little red bird ornament (there's a story behind the whole red bird thing) and she LOVED it!! And then, I pulled a Shelby. I was looking for a place to hang it on their tree, and I fucking dropped it and it broke. Like, can I possibly be anymore clumsy?? Hashtag my life. That was a truly unfortunate moment. But I still have some radical gifts for her because I love her and she's an amazing woman. She is the only reason I am going to enjoy Christmas this year. Bring on the eggnog and let's jam to Jingle Bells.