Ain’t no party like a four horsemen party cause a four horsemen party don’t…actually ever happen.
And I feel fine. After last week, now this? There’s nothing like the threat of an apocalypse to help you learn the true meaning of Christmas.
First, the preamble: I managed to jam my oversized noggin into this beautiful vintage leopard skull cap, which belonged to my lovely and small-noggined mother back in the good old days (when the Christmas miracles flowed like milk and honey).
One more miracle and this Christmas qualifies for sainthood. Bring it.