Oh, gosh, thanks for all the birthday wishes, everyone! And [drumroll] I got a Roomba! Woo!

And it should be all charged up around the time a friend comes over tomorrow night, so maybe we can develop a drinking game based on watching it crash around my living room.

I also got Arrested Development S3, and Brisco County. And tried to get my nephew to say "Happy Cephalopodmas." I should have just gone with "Squidmas," instead.

I'm not sure it's true that for most of the country, Christmas is divorced from religion. It is among most of the people I know, but most of the people I know are suburban coast-dwellers. And I feel like we did get some token research assignments about the origins of traditions like Christmas trees, Santa Claus, etc. in elementary school, but I went to school in the east coast suburbs in an area with a significant Jewish population. I know we did at least one "story of Chanukah" pageant along with the obligatory singing of out-of-tune Christmas carols.

In conclusion: Roomba!

Strega! Happy day of womb ejection!

Thank... ew.

Suddenly I'm not at all tempted to eat another slice of birthday cake.

Happy birthday Strega, and happy roomba acquisition.

I am so much genteeler than Allyson.

My piddly shopping is done, and if you ignore the fact I have nothing appropriate for dinner in the house, all is tidily well.

Though I wish I had a Roomba. That'd rock.

What color is your roomba?

I ate too many cookies.

And I got kisses from both a hottie ex and my darling nephew. But not at the same time.

Nephew was better. No strings attached. Except maybe to share the cookies.

I have neither cookies nor kisses. Allyson, why must you show off so? I don't even have a nephew nor a hottie ex.

Let's see if this works: [link]

The best Cephalopodmas card evah!

No one brings me lattes or watches Wonderfalls with me, ita.

I have red wine. And all my presents wrapped.