Dear jerkwad in the giant pickup truck,
I flipped you off as you passed me on 575 because you had your brights on (and your fog lights). But you decided to slam on your brakes, get back behind my car… And then, I suspect, you tried to turn on your brights—and realized they were already on. And then I bet you felt like a real asshole. So, of course, you took the logical next step, and tried to drive me off the road.
I’m very sorry about your tiny dick/short stature/mother who didn’t love you/whatever your problem is. But really? We’ve all got problems; you’re not special. Stop driving like a jerk.
Other than that little incident, I had a great evening hanging out with my mom. We went through tons of Christmas decorations, went out to dinner, then went through more decorations. We determined that about 10% of her Christmas decoration storage is full of… empty boxes and used tissue paper. No idea why, but I thought it was hysterical.
I got to bring home boxes and boxes of Christmas-y goodness. Like this little guy:
Isn’t he just so stinkin’ cute? I love the really old ornaments and figurines the best. I believe this little guy belonged to my great grandma.
I can’t wait to get all decorated for Christmas this weekend! We’re going to go get a real tree. I haven’t had a real tree since the doctors told my parents I was allergic when I was 4. I can’t wait! And once I’m all decorated, I’ll move on to The Baking… can’t wait for that part either!