My father in law shows up, he brings home a bunch of booze...and hands me a bottle of Baileys "Merry Christmas!"
So I asked him politely to put the cans and bottles in the mini fridge downstairs because there's not much room in the kitchen, and I give him the Baileys back "Thanks but I'm not drinking this Christmas. Doctor's orders"...and he says "Oh, but this is for the coffee!"
Seriously Universe...you're killing me....Baileys almost got me in a coma two years ago...gah!
So here I am, working my tush off so everybody can have a great Christmas, pretending to be happy in my broken marriage...and gallons of booze all over the house....Merry flippin Christmas to me
Ok, rant/pity party over...I'll go make some chamomile tea