My holiday cheer is slowly draining out of my body. You can thank The US Postal Service, baking, the act of packing boxes, Josh Groban, and women who drive while putting on make-up for this sudden Scrooge syndrome.
Also, I’m going to kill my cat if she doesn’t stop eating all of Dave’s presents/the tree/the tree skirt/my ornaments.
I am so grumpy today.
