A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about how being single at the holidays ain't all that bad.
Then I promised to write a follow-up about how it ain't so great, either.
But you know what? I'm not going to.
Because I'm already sorta quasi-depressed over being single YET AGAIN at the holidays. And if I write a post about it, it may just throw me over the edge into total Scroogedom.
Instead, I think I may just order myself one of these and hope it brings me a little elf of my own this Christmas. Eff you, Scrooge. (Actually, Scrooge McDuck.) I don't need your bad attitude rubbing off on me this year.