About this time of year, there’s an uptick in new members to the chump club no one wants to join. I’m talking about holiday D-Days.
The double lives get strained. Schmoopies demand attention. Shit gets sloppy…
Inadvertent discovery is one misery. Deliberate abandon-you-at-the-worst-possible-moment is another. And it doesn’t have to be Christmas. Is it your moment in the sun? Or is there some crisis that demands your attention, and needs narcissistic upstaging?
I’m sorry. They Weren’t Happy. KIBBLES, everyone! KIBBLES!
Your Friday Challenge is to welcome the newbies, share your I Survived a holiday bomb drop story, and if you’re further out, how it gets better.
Extra points if you want to share the shitty gift you received that year. (Me: a tie dye license plate cover, because I’m a “hippie chick.” Soon thereafter, I took up welding and destroying metal things with plasma cutters. Coincidence?)