CFS Christmas Party!

On Tuesday, we had our company Christmas party. We had a fine time! We played fun Christmas games, had pleasant conversation with people I like, and played the always fun gift exchange where someone can steal your gift. That game is the one time that the employees of CFS can let loose and be naughty. Steve Awtrey dresssed up as Santa and made us all laugh a lot. A little of the laughter was that uncomfortable feeling of having a grown man dressed as Santa and I'm not a kid anymore. So enough of the niceties, here is the real story of rage and anger behind the scenes. Before the party fun, there was chaos boiling inside my home and my mind. My wife is a brownie girl scout leader for our daughter Madeline. We had 11 brownies at our house for cookie baking with billions of sprinkles. It is a very difficult task to sweep up round sprinkles, they just roll for days. So after the furious cleanup, we scramble to get ready for the party. We are about to leave when our son notices POOP ON THE CARPET! Yeah, that's right, POOP! And it wasn't one of our own kids. It was from one of the little siblings of a brownie girl scout. Our son noticed it because someone had stepped on it and smeared it around the living room (or pooping room). So I had to clean up the mess, this made us late to the party. Of course, when you try to get someplace fast, you always get behind slow drivers. We got stuck behind a car doing 40 mph on hwy 40. I guess they got confused. So we get to the party very late, and I am in a full Christmas rage. Merry Christmas!? I don't think so. Luckily, I was able to eat down my anger with good food and a chocolate dessert which is the cure for most of my ills. So there you have it, a tale from the darkside of Pleasantville. Eric