A Griswold family kinda Christmas.

"Hallelujah, holy shit, where's the Tylenol."
-Clark Griswold

These last couple of days have been well, interesting, to say the least.  I hope you and yours had a fabulous Christmas.  Our Christmas?  Well, it was a Griswold family kind of Christmas.  In the words of the husband, "All that was missing was an explosion".  And, with all honesty he is not exaggerating.  I will spare you the details.  Santa was generous this year (he always is) and hopefully the same goes for you!  Even though my Christmas was filled with all the insanity you can possibly conjure up, it makes for a good laugh.  The kind of laugh where you giggle not to cry, seriously.  We always have next year, right? Right. I am trying not to dwell on what was and am content with what is.  Next year I will be playing hostess for a change.  And trust me family, if you think I'm bossy now, you have no idea what will be waiting for you Christmas of 2013.  Consider this a warning.
xoxo