acidslug

the most stressful part of my christmas is now over. A monster fucking sleetstorm hit the south east, memphis particularly so. City decides to do nothing about it, so tomorrow will be day three of totally iced over streets. Obnoxious. [though, mostly because of other people and road salt getting on my windows). It happened to hit right as I was out doing my christmas shopping, so I half assed it this year. Dealing with my dad's family was surprisingly painless, and pretty sedate all and all. Tomorrow are my last two family functions. (4 total), then the dirty santa party. (Sadly, dirty as in mean spirited, not as in sexy)

Since tomorrow is pretty much rain of gift certificates, I can fully count my (material) blessings. The wine refrigerator didn't bribe me into loving jesus, but it certainly nudged me toward religion. Weight bench was also nice, but not inspiriing of zeal.