*Sidebar: Gingerbread tastes like ass. Just more proof that if you throw enough sugar-laden decoration on crap, people will think it's something spectacular.

"Oh, here...have a really hard cookie that tastes like stale potpourri mixed with cement. You might break a tooth."

"No thanks, dude"

"It's got cream cheese frosting! And gumdrop shingles!!"

"Oh, well ok!"

Where was I? Oh, yes - faking it for the sake of young people and their innocent Christmas spirit. Pretty hard to be a bah-humbug when Wyatt is all glazey eyed over Santa coming (he can't say Christmas though, he says "Kwis-Mas", which I pretend is just a cross between Kwanza and Christmas. He's so politically correct!) Either way, (thankfully) they're both still at an age where the smallest gifts in the world mean so much. Wesley still thinks I'm the best Mom ever for getting him a velvet paint-by-number holiday poster from the dollar-spot at Target. No joke. So this year, I will utilize their ignorance and pray they don't ask for anything with an enormous retail price...it's been a rough year, financially and I'm paying the price for my lack of judgement in the finance department. Sigh.

Ugly divorce + Scraping up to get a new (used) car + groceries that aren't Ramen = low cash flow

Anyway, for more jovial Christmas topics - please see one of my many blogs making fun of Christmas music. You can find the latest one here:

Someone once said that my blogs are too long so this one will be a short one. Just a quick note to say Happy Holidays to all the people that matter to me. And by "people that matter to me", I mean the ones who have enough common sense to read this blog. You people are the best. Instead of choosing to do other things with your online time - browsing mail order brides from the former Soviet Union... shopping for cases of personal lubricant from ebay, etc. - you have chosen to come here and boost my recently deflated ego by reading my blog. It's the best Christmas present a girl could ask for. Well, that and a box of cash.