Deck the Halls with Barrels of Arsenic
Firstly, just a tiny mention that it is SEPTEMBER and therefore shops should NOT be putting up Christmas decorations, or selling Christmas food, or in any other way starting to blackmail us with a holiday that isn't happening for another three months, and which some of us don't give a flying fuck about anyway, except for the excuse it gives to get drunk with people we love. So it is therefore especially repellent that MIL has already started harping on about Christmas, and even worse, that He is endorsing it...
Let me offer a brief rundown of events in the yuletide period thus far:
When He and I got to our first Christmas together, we'd only been seeing each other for about 6 months, so we each spent it with our own families and spent New Year together afterwards. But by the following Christmas we were living together, so maturely agreed to take it in turns going to His family and my family. I selflessly offered to let His family go first (I didn't know them so well then...)
So we spent the day with Mars and Venus, 007 and Dollface, at their house, with MIL and a few others as well, and stayed over til Boxing Day. Didn't see my family at all until January. But you know, fine, okay, whatever. We all got drunk and had an okay time, and although it wasn't a patch on The Family's celebrations that I've grown up enjoying, it was fine.
Last year we got married the day before Christmas Eve, as you know, so although we technically spent Christmas with my family, we literally drove up on Christmas Day and then drove back to spend Boxing Day with His family, which actually ended up being MIL and the hideous Northern Relatives, who managed to be rude about the wedding on top of being a pair of tedious born-again Christians with about as playful a sense of humour as Stalin.
This year, not only are we supposed to be having Christmas with only teetotal MIL and His mentally ill aunt (who gets let out of her home at Christmas), but He wants us to stay over Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, then spend Boxing Day with His sister and stay over, and 'maybe' see my family before New Year 'if we can afford to keep the hire car' (which we have to hire to go to HIS family Christmas).
I am very tempted to tell him to stuff His plans up his arse, I'm going to my family ALONE!!!!
Fucking Christmas. Whole thing should be abolished if you ask me.
Let me offer a brief rundown of events in the yuletide period thus far:
When He and I got to our first Christmas together, we'd only been seeing each other for about 6 months, so we each spent it with our own families and spent New Year together afterwards. But by the following Christmas we were living together, so maturely agreed to take it in turns going to His family and my family. I selflessly offered to let His family go first (I didn't know them so well then...)
So we spent the day with Mars and Venus, 007 and Dollface, at their house, with MIL and a few others as well, and stayed over til Boxing Day. Didn't see my family at all until January. But you know, fine, okay, whatever. We all got drunk and had an okay time, and although it wasn't a patch on The Family's celebrations that I've grown up enjoying, it was fine.
Last year we got married the day before Christmas Eve, as you know, so although we technically spent Christmas with my family, we literally drove up on Christmas Day and then drove back to spend Boxing Day with His family, which actually ended up being MIL and the hideous Northern Relatives, who managed to be rude about the wedding on top of being a pair of tedious born-again Christians with about as playful a sense of humour as Stalin.
This year, not only are we supposed to be having Christmas with only teetotal MIL and His mentally ill aunt (who gets let out of her home at Christmas), but He wants us to stay over Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, then spend Boxing Day with His sister and stay over, and 'maybe' see my family before New Year 'if we can afford to keep the hire car' (which we have to hire to go to HIS family Christmas).
I am very tempted to tell him to stuff His plans up his arse, I'm going to my family ALONE!!!!
Fucking Christmas. Whole thing should be abolished if you ask me.
posted by Mookmoo at 9:25 am
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