It's Christmas Eve Y'all

Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house no creature was stirring, just my brain at 3,000 miles and hour! 

Did I get that gift for so and so?

Do I have food to eat for Christmas dinner?

Am I even gonna be awake for Christmas dinner/lunch? 

You know the important questions. And to answer all those question, NOPE! But it's not like I care. I hate this holiday anyways. I need to start going on vacation and get the hell out of dodge. What makes it worse is I'm all alone in an empty house, with a living room that looks like freaking Santa barfed all over. I still have no food to eat, other than candy canes and some some stale cereal. Ahaha can we please laugh at this situation? 

So I decide that 3 hours at the gym is exactly what the doctor ordered. It really was. 4 of the 6 days I go there is always an ambulance in the parking lot. So I figured since they're always there when I am they needed some Christmas love. And since I don't get to eat donuts and hot coco doesn't mean they don't. They laughed, I laughed, I joked told them not to let me die in there. And to be around when I decide to have one of my heart freak outs. They said sure. And then I may have totally checked out the driver. Yeah he passed the visual test, humorous test, and intellectual test-he is an EMT... Hopefully a SINGLE one. 

Well there is a gallon of eggnog that needs to be finished off before Christmas night and I need to get workin. I may wake up under the Christmas tree, kitchen table, or the shower. But let's say a prayer that I just stay indoors. Y'all know that eggnog is the devil and will mess you up.