This period of time is like if Mercury retrograde decided to squat on your calendar with a wine and cheese hangover.
Thanks for the memories, but we sure won’t miss you. See you next year when we get together and do it all again!
If you are a toilet widow, at least know that you’re not alone. And if you’re a man, GETTHEFUCKOFFTHESHITTERANDGOHELPYOURWIFE!
This isn’t the Yoda we all came to know and love in the initial 3 movie installments of Star Wars. This little guy is smaller! Cuter! Just a baby!
Luckily, we all can recognize that this time of year is a shitshow. An expensive, joyous, and sparkling shitshow.
Let’s all take a minute to appreciate all the hard work and effort that it took to make that magic happen.
You could always set up an industrial Hazmat foyer for decontaminating your kids every time they enter the house.
Who else can you fake call all through November and December to get your kids to brush their damn teeth?