I know some of you read this story last year, but I thought I’d re-post it for the newcomers and stalkers! Hope you likey!
With Christmas less than a week away, I decided to tell you about one of my most memorable Christmases. This story has become legendary in the Donohue household. Everyone, aside from me, thinks it’s funny, but I assure you, it is not!
When I was 11 years old, I moved upstairs to the attic where there were two small bedrooms and a bathroom. I inhabited one bedroom, and the other one was sort of a guest bedroom. It was great, like having my own little apartment. It was also nice living up there because I was away from the family and could listen to music as loud as I wanted as long as there was no funeral or funeral arrangements going on. There were uncarpeted steps that led from the kitchen up to the attic (keep this in mind).
From the time I was about 10 years old…
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