The Grinchy Car Thief Who Stole My Christmas Spirit

Sometimes I have it where my heart, no matter how hard I try, just ends up being mean and charcoal black.

Enter Christmas 2013 and the person who stole our GPS...and also a hairy dog towel and a decade-old DVD player sporting a broken cord that fell out every time the car hit a pothole. [Enter also the sound of my mean, mean heart chortling just a bit.]

2 days prior:

2 days, 10 minutes prior:

2 days, 20 minutes prior:

2 days, 30 minutes prior:

[more sounds of my rotten heart laughing]

Bah. Freaking. Humbug.

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