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15 Dec

Why I Will Be Receiving A Small Lump Of Coal On Xmas Morning

We interrupt this week’s ongoing tidings of comfort and joy to bring you this moment of yuletide trauma:

Does she weep because her mother has abandoned her to the clutches of a fat, bearded old man in a stupid outfit, or because she is being forced to endure tacky white leather furniture in a Santa Castle that looks like the lobby of a Motel 6 in Vegas? You decide.


If you would prefer to have your spirits lifted and your heart tugged, you can find my sister’s beautiful note of thanks to you all for having such big hearts HERE.


You still have all weekend to bid raffle tickets over at Her Bad Auction. You didn’t know that spreading the love was such fun, did you? (And, again, do let me know if you have written a post about it or put up a button. I want to thank everyone properly.)

Her Bad Auction