It has finally happened – that magical time has arrived.
By “magical time” I naturally mean the solid month of hard boozing that I excuse for “keeping warm” and “saving on heat.” The time when I bite my nails down to the cliffs of hideous despair due to the stresses of shopping for people who will tell me “oh, it’s great” no matter what I hand them. The time of year where I buy a tree and put lights on it so my childhood Bronx Princess accent can come out and remark that “this is definitely the best tree evah.”
Yes, it’s here. So I raise a glass and say FUCK YEAH CHRISTMAS IS HERE LETS SPEND SOME DOUGH WE DONT HAVE AND WEAR SWEATERS WHILE DRINKING BOURBON WE CANT AFFORD. KISSES!
For The Wynne 