Venegence is mine, sayeth the blogger

I have had a pretty good Christmas season. Whether it's the zoloft or my new outlook on life, it's been fairly smooth sailing. I had one major tantrum when my Dyson (the indestructible vacuum, my ass) stopped working, but even that I pulled myself through.

So imagine my surprise, shock and utter dismay when my so-called "friends" delivered an ugly Christmas sweater right to my front door.

You are freaking kidding me!! It's one of the worst ones I've ever seen. It's overflowing with gross glitter and beads and check out that zipper!!

Oh sure, there was a nice note about how I protested too much, and therefore they assumed I was secretly yearing for this sweater.

But little does she know that retribution is sweet and my love and admiration will be speeding to her door.