Sunday, December 27, 2009

On the twelfth day of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Twelve drummers drumming. So to recap she gave me:
  • Twelve Drummers Drumming, probably to rub into my face that I had to sell my drum set so we could get the plasma T.V.
  • Eleven Pipers Piping, And they can't even harmonize,
  • Ten Lords A-Leaping, who serve no purpose that I can see for upwards of four digits a day.
  • Nine Ladies Dancing, I don't need this many prostitutes... not on my salary... leave them to Hugh.
  • Eight Maids A-Milking, who didn't come with their own cows I'd like to point out,
  • Seven Swans a-swimming, thus ruining out water supply and making me spend vital money on evian.
  • Six Geese a-laying, four of which can't handle the lords in my home office so the stress has caused them to stop "a-laying" which was the only reason they were at all useful.
  • Five Golden Rings, which lose at least 35% of their value at resale,
  • Four Calling birds, who are impossible to catch and eat
  • Three French Hens, one of which has gone bad in the fridge since we haven't had time to eat managing all these extraneous expenses.
  • Two Turtle Doves, delicious, but I'm fairly certain that she lied when she said she poached them in the back yard... these were real and I can't find the receipt.
  • And a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
So, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, that is why I murdered her... it was entirely warranted, and I hope you take this defense and brew over it.

On the eleventh day of Christmas

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me Eleven pipers piping. I approached her about this money... where is she getting it from? How can she afford this? There's no way... I've done the math and can't figure out where SHE GOT THIS MONEY! So I asked her... she said not to worry about it. Oh, I'm sorry... she's right... I shouldn't worry about this... because I'm working every day, 50 hours a week just to make sure that our rent is getting paid! AND IF SHE HAS HAD THIS MONEY THAN WHY AM I WORKING?! DOES SHE THINK I LIKE WORKING FOR H&R BLOCK?! BECAUSE I DON'T!

These pipers are trying to calm me down by piping. It isn't working... tomorrow she better get me a dust bunny, or drastic actions will be taken.

On the tenth day of Christmas

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Ten lords a-leaping. Okay... she has to be hiding something from me... Where in God's name is she getting this money?

On the ninth day of Christmas

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine ladies dancing. Nine prostitutes? Really? She sent me nine prostitutes? Yes. She did. Apparently as an apology for the last eight days of pure torture. What can I do with nine that I can't do with one... and how is she still buying these? Hasn't her credit card maxed out? I know for sure we don't have this amount of money... unless she's hiding something from me? Is she hiding something from me? She has to be hiding something from me...

On the eighth day of Christmas

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Eight maids a-milking.

Add to this the costs associated with the eight cows we had to purchase in order to readily employ these maids, and I am now completely in the red.

On the seventh day of Christmas

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven swans a-swimming. We are now unable to use our clean water, or our sinks in any capacity. We still have a French hen sitting in our fridge, four calling birds flying around (they're too quick to slaughter and eat) these geese that can't seem to produce any eggs (which I thought was the point) and my hand is covered in Gold that has dropped in value since we purchased them despite what Glenn Beck says so now we're out at least four digits just in gold.

Kill me.

On the sixth day of Christmas

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me Six Geese a-laying. Six. Six geese a laying. I guess she figures that in our one bedroom apartment we have space for six geese to lay eggs. These geese, while large and gamey, are NOT appropriate for this time, with the economy the way it is. Not AT ALL. And she couldn't have gotten Chickens... cheaper, much better at producing eggs, tastier. Oh, but she brings up a good point, I can enjoy these geese while I stare at my hand that has five golden rings on it... oh, that's just great.

On the fifth day of Christmas

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five golden rings. I am livid. We might as well through out any vacation days I was hoping to have this year. And for what? Oh, so that one hand of mine can be covered in the most expensive metal known to man. Great. Thanks honey.

On the fourth day of Christmas

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four calling birds. Alright, this is getting to be a little ridiculous. While I appreciate all the edible gifts from my true love I'm getting ever so slightly irked from the sheer amount of Poultry she's giving me. Especially calling birds... how expensive are these?! Probably way too too much. And four of them?! What in her right mind made her think we need FOUR BIRDS?! We've already got an extra French Hen from yesterday! Do you think that will keep forever?!

On the third day of Christmas

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me Three French Hens. Alright... very nice. These are very very good cooked up with some apples and cinnamon. A very good Christmas delight... I'm a little irked because she wouldn't tell me how much she spent on them... but they were definitely delicious and unlike the Turtle Doves... surprisingly easy to slaughter.

On the second day of Chirstmas

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two Turtle Doves. Which is good. They aren't as gamey as the Partridge, and not as much meat, but there were two of them. Very good, one for each of us. Also, no money was spent because we shot them in our back yard. So far, very very good.

On the first day of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a Partridge in a pear tree. We were able to eat a lovely dinner that night of poached Partridge with Pear. It was a little more money than I would have liked her to spend, but it's Christmas, you know? Why not splurge.