This morning Susan went absolutely berserk when she couldn't locate the nail clippers.
She clenched her fists and screamed and yelled and jumped up and down and flung spittle then threatened not to control herself. 

One of those clenched fists is going to punctuate the next outburst so everybody in her house better learn how to duck. It's not going to be her fault since her family members refuse to return the f*cking nailclippers to their designated location.

There's still no Ex-Mas tree in Susan's house which is PERFECTLY FINE by her. The place is tarted up enough for the season even without it. Unfortunately, the daughter is still pretty vocal about wanting one and shows no signs of simmering down.
Damn that sweet teenager! Now Susan's going to have to waste a Friday night making her happy.

And Susan wants to know how anyone finds anything on etsy.
Really, there's a billion things up there, usually she gives up and just orders the last thing she looked at.


Pix at Under the Oaks said...

No tree at the Tiny Ten. Just a foot and a half 45 year old ceramic tree that lights up that was made by Mom and is dear to my heart. It's all the Merry I need this year. Well and a little Merry Sweet Wine.

Meg at the Members Lounge said...

Kids always want it all.

Cupcake Murphy said...

I don't understand etsy.