Neighbors… can’t live with ’em, can’t bump ’em off without serious jail time, amirite?
It was an expensive card and I had to reorder another batch because I underestimated how many people my husband actually wanted to send the card to.
We’re talking lockdowns, New Years in our pajamas, and a lot of crossed fingers that 2021 won’t be such an absolute trashferno.
If your child would like to include a message you can simply add it in the comment box at checkout and Dale-the-intern will whisper it into the ether for Father Christmas to hear.
I thought we were clear of the Elf on the Shelf, but my friends fell victim. Even my husbands wants to bring “the magic” into our home. NOPE.
Yes, Santa’s magical powers enable him to creep on every child in one night, but we just don’t know if Santa has been washing his hands for the full A-B-C song.
Joy and merriment drip down into my teeth as I scroll past your pathetic #happyfallyall pics.
This period of time is like if Mercury retrograde decided to squat on your calendar with a wine and cheese hangover.