Little More Ho Ho Hum

Finishing the Christmas tales.... when did Christmas become all about kids? Or when did people stop realizing I still am one and stiff me on the fun and games!

I let the little rats have their moment in the spotlight... as much as I possibly could.... below are a few photos of the family greed havers.

That's my nephew wearing Duck's gift. I couldn't wait to palm that thing off onto anyone.

This is one of my neices. I have... (mental count) a lot of those. They just file out from a room marching like smurfs as my head tries to name them.

This is my sister's child. Who looks THIS put out to be chilling in an elmo chair? She wants nothing to do with me, and I don't have much use for her. We exhange looks and go on our ways. It's entirely possible that she is almost a perfect replica of her Ount DM, thus we don't really need to inhabit the same room at the same moment lest time and space would implode killing all humanity. Bratty little thing though, that look is uncalled for, but I also was tired of the fucking giggling elmos. We got two of them and they never shut the fuck up from the back seat for two days of our travels. I tried to reason "Elmos? Have you heard of a razor blade? Scizzors Elmos? Stop your giggling, it's SO not tickle time!"

See why I say she is my little apprentice, maybe she knew the Elmo was a chore too.

Alas, the Elmos are gone, loot i strewn ALL over my fucking house, the dogs have chosen some gifts for themselves in our absence called a job. I didn't die from the arsenic egg-nog my step mother in law fed me, but at one point as earth started to spin extra fast I looked at Prada and she gave a nod, indicating I must have gotten the "lucky" glass.

Finally, to everyone who gave me live creatures..... it's on. I have enough feeing two dogs. Every one of you dicks is getting a turtle next year. Bitches wanna saddle me with shit to kill again? Turtles. All of ya.

-DM