Projectile Holiday Cheer

As if the Senate holiday enema wasn’t enough, plus (yes) terrorist attack on Christmas Day, plus the broken dryer on Christmas Eve, plus the new (surprise) tires for my car, plus the (surprise) transmission seals for hubster’s car – – Not-So-Wee-Highlander began puking Saturday night, well into the wee hours of Sunday. He’s fine and back to his bouncy self. But, within the last hour, dear hubby started his serenade with the porcelain god. It’s only a matter of time until I bring up the rear.

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