My great desire was to do y'all a V-log this evening, to wish all y'all a Merry Christmas.
I had it all planned out in my rapidly balding cranium.
It was gonna be a classic.
But, my staff was all "on call." Being the generous employer that I am, I had told them to just stand by in case I had need of their services.
So, the mood to do y'all one of my famous V-logs struck me. I heated up my iPhone, and began calling in Makeup, Wardrobe, Audio, Digital Manipulation, Key Grip, and Best Boy.
Voicemail is what I got.
From ALL of them. Here we are several hours later, and not ONE of the ingrates has showed up!!!
Let this be a lesson at you...NEVER, EVER, NEVER, distribute Christmas bonus 8 Pound Frozen Brookshire's Turkey Coupons to your staff too early.
So...this'll have to do.
I wish for all of you the merriest, and happiest of Christmases. I really do. May the peace of Christ envelop you, and yours. May you see the light in a young child's eyes, and hear the ever raising pitch in their voice, and hearken back to when you were just as mystified, and excited at the prospects of the coming day.
May you suffer a WHOLE night, hoping against hope that you can fall asleep, and not jinx the whole deal for your siblings, and yourself...
It was good to be a kid.
(long pause for dramatic effect)
Merry Christmas, y'all. I love you all.
I mean it.
(I was gonna use the audio from this as background music for my V-log, but since my staff abandoned me...and of all times, on Christmas Eve...just use your imagination at how bitchin' it would have been).