Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

On my way home from work today, a hearse passed me by. Either Santa is dead or Buzzy is back in town. The hearse was festively decked out with bright strands of tinsel blowing in the breeze, sparkly garlands and bright fluffy bows. The back windows were frosted over with the words "Santa's Sled" written on them.

Now I know that you are not ever supposed to laugh when a hearse drives by but I think they are really cheating.

I've more that I want to write but I've been house cleaning ever since I got home and we still have to steam clean the carpets.