A bunch of dummies

Josh is here! Dad went and got him at like 5am this morning. Jay and I were invited but 5am is a little much for us (mostly cause bedtime is like 2). But now the Set is complete.

The Trilogy has been watched.

The Triad is present.

The Trio is singing.

The Tricycle is in the backyard.

The Tri-force has been collected.

The Triangle has all it's sides.

This is us:

And the only people who understand our comedy is us. We are all in the same room, and I can't think of many people who can manage to be with us. Seriously. We've all had exes who hated being around when all three of us were laying into each other. I can only think of one that actually made it through an entire holiday season and still wanted to hang out with us (HI LYSEE). We even drive mum and dad bonkers, and they have to love us.

All we do, and all we want to do, is give each other as much shit as possible. And you know what? It's my favourite part of the holidays. (well mum's baking is right up there too)

You see, with us nothing is off limits. Alliances are made on a whim and broken just as easily. I even told Josh some Jay related stories so he'd have some non-aquatic themed jokes to make at Jay's expense. Jay and I already talked about shit we wanted to "discuss" with our little brother. We come prepared. We team up on each other. We laugh. And then we pick a new target.

The topics are varied and interesting, but usually come down to women. We started this "tradition" in high school. It goes something along the lines of : we talk about having sex with each other's significant others. (HI LYSEE!)

But don't think that just because I've been single for a while, and Jay is recently unattached, that we're left out. Oh no. That would destroy the holidays and the universe might implode. So we tell stories. Some we've told each other before, but it doesn't matter, any chick related story is good enough ammo for someone else to come up with an incredibly offensive (seriously, we go as tasteless as we can make it) barrage of insults.

I should probably apologize to any women who knows me (well for this and a bunch of other reasons I'm sure), cause it's all fair game.

But of course since Jay made a drunken ass of himself multiple times while staying at my place, Josh and I picked on him for a good hour or so. But don't be worried. Everyone gets a turn.

But it's Christmas Eve. Food and baked goods are on the table. Beer is in the fridge. Jay and Josh are in the basement either watching the food network or playing the Wii. Mum is playing cheesy music at a decibel level that rivals aircraft engines. Dad is grazing on the veggies and is most likely sneaking sweets behind mum's back.

It's awesome.

That's me. Jay and Josh are in the basement giggling. It may be my turn and I'm just not there for it.