Christ on a cracker, lady - If you called me hours before Christmas Eve, with the stores in an uproar and nothing where it belongs on the shelf - to tell me you expected me to go out and spend $100+ on dress shoes for two teenaged boys who won’t fit in them by Easter…while I’m trying to pack the car and get my family ready for a 200 mile car ride on one of the busiest travel days of the year…just after I’ve emptied my bank account on Christmas gifts and gasoline… Are you actively trying to sabotage her, or are you completely and utterly incapable of (forgive me) putting yourself in another’s shoes?
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Let’s just say the angel on your tree isn’t the only one in your household with a stick up its ass.
I wanted to thank you for helping me win the office prize for funniest Holiday story at our party this afternoon. The pictures killed it while I read your post in varying stages of outrage and disbelief. The head rubbing part got the most laughs.
I am now the proud owner of a mid-priced bottle of red wine.
Damn kids these days, cutting their hair short. Every respectable adult knows that it’s only proper for a man to have long hair. I don’t know where these hippies get their values . . .
I never once in my life dressed up to go to a relatives for Thanksgiving or Christmas. What do you think it is, Easter? (not that I dressed up for that either, past about the age of 5) My gosh, you need to take a chill pill, the only one acting strangely from your description is you. I strongly suggest you refrain from hosting in the future, until you gain some connection to the way people (particularly teens) dress in the 21st century.
Freshly cut hair? Wha? Are you for real? Next you’ll be complaining that they smell like they recently showered. Yeah, just don’t host anymore, you clearly aren’t able to take the pressure.
I can picture this being read, a la “Santaland Diaries”, but with pictures of the horrible shoes and haircut being flashed on a screen by the storyteller.
I know she’ll likely never return, but this is just too tempting -
At my church we welcome people in sneakers, jeans, shorts and even gasp shorts made of denim. In some religions people get naked at church. Perhaps you should have been a bit more specific.
My aunt wears slippers to Christmas at my mom’s sometimes. I don’t wear slippers at all, anytime, but I will take off my shoes when I’m over there for Christmas. Or any time I’m over there, actually. I really don’t like shoes much. I prefer going barefoot.
