My former father-in-law’s wife truly means well, but recently emailed both Caolinn and I this long account of how they ran into a fawn, tried to get it help, and then it died anyway. Merry fucking Christmas. Anyway…Caolinn wasn’t impressed.
Caolinn: “Why would she email me, a vegetarian animal lover, a story about how they murdered a baby deer with a Toyota!?”
Me: “Sweetie, I don’t think she meant any harm, but I acknowledge it’s weird.”
Caolinn: “Well, guess who’s not getting a Christmas present from me this year!?”
Me: “Well, the deer, obviously.”