The Case Of The Missing Claus - Blogmas Day 18

Hey Babes!

On the eighteenth day of Blogmas, my true love gave to me…

The Case Of The Missing Claus.

Where, oh, where could Kelly Claus be?

It is quite the Christmas mystery!

Actually, it’s not really a mystery. I am simply just burnt the fuck out. Honestly, I’m not feeling very holly or jolly, just mostly exhausted and apathetic. I wouldn’t categorize it as “Bah Humbug” Scrooge energy, because I think it’s more of a recluse Grinchy Poo in his cave with Max vibe.

I don’t even have the urge to watch a Christmas movie. I just want to lay in bed, dressed in the coziest sweats. I want to light a candle and binge watch vintage RHONY while I wait for avocado egg rolls to be delivered to me. That’s my fucking Christmas Wish.

Dear Santa, please return *most* of my presents and please just give me a day where I can shut my brain off and rot. It’s not even like I am PMSing, I’m just tired.

So, that’s where Kelly Claus has been. She’s been at work. She’s been falling asleep with her makeup on, only to wake up at 2am and scrub her face clean, because she’s a freak riddled with Catholic guilt. She’s been baking cookies. She’s been wrapping presents and she’s been popping Advil like it’s candy.

She’s been traveling. She’s been to prison. (IYKYK)

But, she’ll be back…

xoxo,

Kelly