Your Kid Is A Piece Of Shit And It’s Your Fault

News out of the North Pole suggests that Santa is writing letters to your children to apologize for running out of the “Hatchimal.” This comes as a great disappointment as I bought all the Hatchimals to teach your little brats a lesson. I spoke to Santa, I told him that children were running rampant, becoming…

The Loneliest Christmas

I may be alone, but I’m not in the middle of horrible grief. I may be alone, but I’m grateful that I haven’t buried a parent (well, not in more than a decade at least), husband or child. I may be alone, but at least I’m not in a coffin. There is nothing lonelier than a…

What’s Wrong With Happy Holidays?

If someone goes to the trouble of wishing me Happy Holidays, oddly I don’t get mad because they didn’t say Merry Christmas, I’m happy that someone took the time to show some kindness. It was nice of them to say something. Maybe they say Happy Holidays to include New Year’s Eve or maybe they don’t…