Ok, that is a lie.  I am totally complaining here.  If you want to save yourself some time, just look away now.

Screw you Arvest Bank for trying to ruin my Christmas spirit.  How did you know that the one gift I have left to purchase was from your crappy establishment, therefore you felt the need to make it difficult?  I now remember why I quit banking with you in the first place.  What is an Arvest by the way?  Did someone spell the sign wrong and you decided to go with?  How come AT A BANK I cannot use my debt card, credit card or even a check to make a purchase?  Do you honestly think I am going to get in the car, drive to your ATM (that you will charge me a fee for), take out $78 and some cents (again with the fees, it’s a $75 gift card), park the car again and go back inside all for a stupid gift card?  Haha, now you are stuck with that  gift card that I am never going to come back and purchase.  Suckers!

And while I am calling people out on their crapiness, let’s add all you doorbell-ringing, looking-for-business tree trimmers.  First of all, just because you own a chainsaw does not make you qualified to trim trees.  My local News9 told me so.  Second of all, don’t ring my doorbell on a Sunday before noon.  It’s Sunday.  The day of rest.  Leave me alone.  Third of all, if you don’t see any hanging broken limbs, but you do see a big pile of limbs by the curb, we probably don’t need your services.  I understand it’s the holidays and you need some extra cash, but IT’S THE HOLIDAYS and I need my extra cash just as much as you do.

And to my shoulder, would you please quit hurting so bad that it makes me want to throw up.  I don’t know what is wrong with you.  I got a new desk chair and everything, but yet you won’t leave me alone.  I have no choice left but to silence you with Advil.  I am sorry it has come to this but I need to be productive at work.

Thanks to those that read this far.  I promise to return to my cheery Christmas self tomorrow.  I do have one thing to look forward to today.  Tonight is B’s work party.  That means free drinks and food galore!  And, this year my BFF is coming.  Just one of the perks of setting up your husband’s friends with your friends.