It’s Nearly Christmas….

It’s nearly Christmas, and I’ve noticed that there are literally thousands of articles listing Tips to make it through the Holiday Season with your sanity intact.  So I thought I would add my list to the Ad Nauseam because who doesn’t like Tips?

Tip 1.  Don’t knock over your tree.  And if you DO knock over your tree, blame it on the cat(s).  And if you don’t have a cat, blame it on good-looking, single neighbour (your partner will be distracted by you spending alone time with a good-looking neighbour and totally forget you knocked over the tree).

Tip 2.  Don’t get too drunk.  Nobody likes a sloppy drunk who pukes in the Eggnog Bowl and calls your Mother Chewbacca the Wookie.

Tip 3.  Never arrive at an Event empty-handed.  Storming out after someone insults your kid is more dramatic if you take the gift too.  Shout how expensive it is as you make your epic departure.

Tip 4.  Shovel the snow from your sidewalk.  Nothing makes Grandma crankier than wading through ankle-deep snow to get to the house and you definitely don’t want her calling you a Wanker all day long.  That’s the kind of name that sticks forever.

Tip 5.  Make your own Cranberry Sauce.  Nothing says Love like manual labour and nothing pisses off Aunt Cheryl as quickly as pretentious up-staging.

Tip 6.  Manage your outfit carefully.  Not too flashy or attractive because there are bound to be family members who will remember nothing of the day except the fact that you wore sequins.

Tip 7.  Bring slippers.  Some floors are fucking cold and by the time you can make your escape your feet may have developed frostbite.

Tip 8.  DON’T BRING LIME JELL-O SALAD!!  It’s gross!  Jell-o was never meant to hold vegetables, it’s a crime against humanity.

Tip 9.  Pre-drink.  Have a couple stiff cocktails before you arrive or everyone arrives at your house.  It never hurts to be half-tanked.

And finally……

Tip 10.  Help with the dishes.  Nobody is cheerful after stuffing themselves with 8 kg (17.5 lbs) of artery-clogging Christmas food and a bucket of booze.  All the safe conversations are over and now it’s time to bring up past humiliations, like the time you didn’t shovel the snow off your sidewalk for Grandma, and/or predictions of future fuck-ups.  Just help with the dishes and go home.

If you have other great Tips that help you survive, please let me know.  I’m working on a comprehensive pamphlet.

And now…..

May your Christmas be filled with love and laughter.  May you all be kind to each other because there are those who have no love or laughter.  Heal hearts, spread joy and think of your Beloveds that can’t be with you.

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Brace Yourselves…..

Brace yourselves – I’ve done something stupid.  On the long list of stupid things I’ve done, this one is now the Supreme Leader.

I’ve shocked The Viking.

I’ve even shocked myself.

It started with an email from Netflix.  We have an automatic payment on our credit card once a month and I never have to think about it.  Until yesterday when they informed me that my credit card information was out of date and our monthly payment failed.  I thought, “Really?  That’s odd.  Maybe I didn’t update the payment method when we got the new card.”

My brain immediately began searching for references, found many of them in different folders and files, initiated a Defrag in a vain attempt make one complete memory, the system crashed and I sat looking at the email…..

Tiny little synopsis began to fire with random thoughts….

Year-End books.  Sex.  Christmas gifts.  Something shiny.  Julefrokost. Gilligan’s Island.  Garbage Pick-up.  Mortgage and Truck payments.  I’m hungry.  Blog post.  Recharge phone.  Shopping.  Probiotics.  New season of Grace and Frankie.  Gas and electric bill.  Why am I smelling burnt toast?

Suddenly, in a dazzling display of spontaneous rebooting, a complete thought emerged.

DO IT NOW SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT ANY MORE.

My finger hit the email button and I entered all the information required and updated it.

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What the fuck did I just do?!  Did I just follow an email and plug in our credit card information?

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Fuck

I called Netflix.  “Did you send me an email that my payment failed?”  No, they didn’t.

Double fuck!

I called our Credit Card Provider.  “I just compromised my credit card by giving information to a fake Netflix email.  I’m Menopausal so don’t call me stupid.”

The Viking was totally supportive.  “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

Me: