“You can cut the tension around here with a knife,” grouched an unhappy family participant five minutes ago.
I rolled my eyes, despising understatement. “Please. A 24-in Husqvarna Chainsaw couldn’t touch the stress in this sweat box.” Neither my opinion nor my presence is appreciated right now.
And that’s how my Christmas week begins.
Hope yours does NOT include any instruments of death, mayhem or dismemberment.
Chloe, the Desperate to be Jolly