I Love My Christmas Presents and Don’t Need Any of the Gift Receipts, But if You Insist…
I know I told you no animal print this year, but boy am I glad you didn't listen! Again. For the third year in a row.
I know I told you no animal print this year, but boy am I glad you didn't listen! Again. For the third year in a row.
Just like you, with some strategic bright lights and a huge painted-on smile, I make it look like everything is peachy keen.
The thank-you note was from Whiskers, Sam Meowliot, and Purrt Russell. They also showed their gratitude by leaving some fur in the cookies.
I used to think that I was important, that I was original. But I am just an imitation. I’m the adornment, not the adorned.
Icicle Lights: You're here for the theater. The holiday season is about drama. You are not obligated to follow any HOA rules.
When I hear this song, I remember how Krakenfuss kept her grocery store open on Christmas Eve. She was the richest person in town and the meanest.
I'm like: "Not today, Covid--I'm in a pod." And I'm lucky because everyone in it is super careful, like me.
We cannot hallow—this ground, except of course by playing a consciousness-altering stream of Christmas songs in November and December without pause.
These last ten months of social distancing, mask-wearing, and air-hugging have to have been especially tough on extroverts.
Every Chanukah for the past seven years she kept telling you she doesn't want you to buy her anything, with “BUY” and “THING” in air quotes.
Does this mean Santa's Workshop will close? Santa's Workshop will live on as a digital storefront competing with hundreds of counterfeiters.
He had pallid green skin and was terribly smelly, Like putrid roast beef in petroleum jelly.