Michael and I didn’t do a damn thing for Christmas. We slept in, opened the candy my mom sent us, called a few relatives, watched some bad TV and went to a movie. Thrilling and festive.
Michael said he hasn’t felt anything this Holiday season. I explained to him it was because we had no plans. Half the fun of Christmas is building up to the day. For example: last year, my mom and brother came to visit for Christmas. Michael and I hung snowflakes, stockings and did some fun Christmas shopping for those in need. This year, I bought presents for the kids (i.e. my nephews, niece and Ed) and that was it. No build up to anything and thus, no festive feeling followed my the most anti-climatic Christmas of my life. Even the Christmas I was literally all alone was better. You know why? Because I got a funny blog post out of it.
Speaking of funny. . . as some of you may have saw on my Twitter, Michael and I accidently stole a shopping cart. And a cane. See, we went to the grocery store to get eggs and Funyuns. The grocery store was PACKED and there was not a cart of little basket to be found. Michael and I decided to carry our things by hand. Then, after the first aisle, we see a cart that looks abandoned. Score! So we adopt it and continue on our merry way. We are just grabbing the last item on our list (milk . . and no egg nog cause they were all out. Of course) when Michael holds up a cane.
Michael: What’s this?
Jeni: Where did you get that?
Michael: It was hanging on our cart.
Jeni: Oh my Gay Baby.
Michael: Did we steal some guy’s cart . . . and cane?
Jeni: Get rid of the evidence. Get rid of now.
Michael: What? Why?
Jeni: Well, it’s going to be obvious it was US who stole his cart-we have his cane!
In the end, Michael took the cane up to guest services. . . and left it hanging on the half wall.
And that’s Christmas. Anyone got anything better?
Random pic:
