I swear, if she tells me one more time not to “put myself out” doing things like making coffee or dinner, she’s gonna get her wish, cause I’ll be spending the remainder of the holidays in a very nice hotel, preferably in another state. I can only think she truly believes I live on nothing but frozen dinners when she’s not here.
My brother & I are also on the verge of killing each other as well.
So yeah, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and I just really, truly couldn’t give a shit either way.
