Josh’s family wants us to come over for christmas. They want me to bring stuffed pickles, cookies, and candy. Homemade cookies and candy. I wasn’t going to make anything this year, but I guess now I am. I’ve got it started, here’s hoping Josh really is willing to help. So far all he and the brat have really wanted to do is bitch. And today we got a letter from the Iowa Department of Revenue asking Josh about back taxes he never paid. Merry fucking christmas. It appears the situation has changed yet again.