Ang and I went Christmas shopping tonight: the kids were at the in laws and we figured we would be able to take care of everything except what Santa was bringing in one fatal swoop.
And we did: however, I now need a shrink to help me get over the past 5 hours.
I don't know what did me in, though the rugrat laying on his stomach riding the skateboard at the Ross outlet is the front runner. Never have I wanted to stomp on the head of a child as much as I did tonight. That is until I came to the realization that if Rakes would have been with us, HE'D have been on the skateboard and I'd have already apologized 1,231 times for his actions.
Long lines, not enough cashiers, and one too many dingbats making exact change and I'm a raving lunatic that makes the Grinch look like St. Nick.
I don't think I'm cut out for Christmas shopping: my biggest clue is I'm not really sure you should be cursing your fellow shoppers under your breath. Can someone explain to me why on a Friday night there was no more than 2 cashiers no matter where we went?
Is the Friday before Thanksgiving typically a slow night? Did all the managers or retail stores in NC decide tonight was a Federal holiday? Or is this typical of Holiday shopping?
All I know is I'm bent: a grown man with no children for 24 hours has no right to be this angry: yet here I am, ready to stomp a mudhole in anyone who gets in my way.
Ah, Christmas. Peace, Love, and Joy.
It's obvious they never had to power shop for Christmas.
I need a stiff drink and a valium.
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