The kids' Santa picture is finally done... First we sat in traffic for an hour because of the stupid fuckin' Holiday parade cutting through the most high traffic area of downtown... Then, I go to an overcrowded mall to wait in line for a gajillion hours with my kids, only to get up to the front of the line to be told that the fat bastard needs to go for a lunch and potty break, then we get up to the throne of doom where Santa has squished his rotund ass with four unhappy, grumpy, tired, disheveled kids who want nothing to do with the whole idea. The two youngest are screaming their foul heads off at the sight of the strange bearded man dressed in red, the middle is frumping and the eldest is rolling his eyes because the whole idea is dorky... With promises of gum and candy and extra dessert, the picture was snapped. Not too bad...
At least it's done now... I won't have to deal with it again until next year...
You know that Santa is nothing more than a big, fat, freakish, baby-touching, elf molester, right?
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