Been very LC this year, the joy of realisation that she's not coming for Christmas this year has just dawned!
No having to make sure the place doesn't look like 'an explosion in a wrapping paper facory', no worrying about menus, meat choices, buying crackers with the GOOD hats and jokes, no having to justify owning and using the dishwasher, no fake smiles, no inane chat about people I neither know or care about, no criticism, judgement or eggshells to walk upon in my new festive slipper-socks. And I can have a guilt free glass of wine. Or three I'm kidding ill be asleep after 2 Not having to drink Schloer out of wine glasses because she disapproves of actual wine.
Merry Christmas all!! 