The next morning, just as I was heading downstairs, the doorbell started going crazy.
"Hold your horses what the fuck?" I opened the door to a comical sight; dad was carrying large boxes and struggling to keep them upright. Cy was behind him rolling his eyes. I guess he's spending too much time around Angel because he's picked up a lot of her nasty habits.
"What's all this?"
"You don't want to know son. I have to get to the shop." Cy walked by me and dropped his boxes.
"Don't you have to get to the hospital?" I turned my attention to dad who was struggling with whatever the fuck that was he was hauling.
"Took some time off, now help me put this thing together."
"What the hell is it?" The description on the box said it was a gingerbread house, a six foot edible gingerbread house.
"Dad, were you blazed when you bought this?"
"It's cool right? Caitlin's gonna love this. I'm gonna win best Xmas gift hands down."