So here’s to the goals soon to be forgotten. It was fun while it lasted, but see you next year (…maybe).
Keep this helpless little thing alive while teetering on the brink of death and insanity due to lack of sleep. Good luck and godspeed!
This period of time is like if Mercury retrograde decided to squat on your calendar with a wine and cheese hangover.
Luckily, we all can recognize that this time of year is a shitshow. An expensive, joyous, and sparkling shitshow.
Quentin Tarantino is going to be a dad and there’s a good chance he’ll end up on Santa’s naughty list.