The typical depiction of the so-called holiday season involves Satan... uhh, I mean Santa delivering presents to all the "good children" followed by adults and children alike smiling and being happy while slamming back shots of Jack Daniels Egg Nog.
But what about moving during the "holidays"? This puts a brand new approach to the season.
Traffic becomes a SAW trap while you hurry to get everything packed. I feel like I just got released from a Russian gulag.
My mind has been through an emotional nuclear trainwreck over the last few days, and I am ready to just quit.
It's official: I am the real-life Grinch.
But what about moving during the "holidays"? This puts a brand new approach to the season.
Traffic becomes a SAW trap while you hurry to get everything packed. I feel like I just got released from a Russian gulag.
My mind has been through an emotional nuclear trainwreck over the last few days, and I am ready to just quit.
It's official: I am the real-life Grinch.