Sheesh!

Who knew that the holidays could be taxing? They only started late last night for me (late night shift) and I already want them to be over so that I can sit, watch bad tv and feel guilty for being lazy. But in the meantime, I've been to the airport one too many times, every time to pick up the same person. I know that I'm annoyed, but imagine coming in from Senegal where it's nice and hot. Land in NYC and BOOM, snowstorm. She calls every 2 hours to say that she's about to board the plane. I just want to be able to stop freaking out about having keep my mom calm and fierce family tempers from flaring up.

Then there's my Christmas shopping which I'll be doing...tomorrow morning. Fun right? No you say? Well you're fucking right! Oh well. Ok I'm going back to the airport one final time and then...happy thoughts...? Fuck it, I think tonight is one for the pub and countless pints of Guiness!

Toodles