I had every intention of writing this the day before Christmas, but because of boobs, I played catch up on shopping. It had nothing to do with procrastination, swear.
Stop laughing, Heather.
And can I just say how cray-cray stores (and people) are the day before Christmas? I was hit by a cart, stood in front of the Loud Family who constantly bumped against me in the most ridiculous line EVER, and I was stuck in a parking spot because the two people fighting over it were so close I couldn’t back out. I nearly lost my shit. But then happened, making it all worth it.
Then I said I’d post a festive note yesterday, but my kids were all like pay attention to us, BE WITH US, so I did.
So even though my timing is off, Merry Christmas from our vagina’s to yours!
Right, Heather? Heather? Are you still eating Heather??
