Had a fine Xmas. Nephew developed a cold of course, which I kinda expected. At least it's just a cold and not the Martian stomach flu he had last year. But I really cannot stay home sick this week, so I washed my hands every hour or so, and changed clothes immediately when I got home. And now I'm having orange juice. Um, with some vodka in it, because I don't have to go anywhere tomorrow, damn it. Please let the germ fairies pass me by.

Also, Why I Am A Bad Person: the other night I had a dream that my brother pulled me aside and told me he was thinking of getting a divorce. And in the dream I was trying very hard to say, "That's awful, are you sure you can't work it out?" and offer him impartial advice, but in my heart I was thinking "YES!" My poor SIL. She's my kryptonite.

Woot, new stove!

Merry Christmas, all!

We had a great one, although we sadly missed our famlies. But I would like to report that despite the cautionary tales of Buffistas, some lady on the radio, and Emeril, my goose was a success! Good heavens did that thing have a lot of fat. I'm in goose grease for as long as I care to be. But it was cooked perfectly and tasted wonderful and all the side dishes complemented it well and ended up time-on-targeted. So now I reserve the right to gloat on having accomplished the impossible.

We opened presents, even the Biscuit, and felt loved. My mother-in-law, for all her other foibles, continues her tradition of buying the absolute most perfect item of clothing for us, for me a black sweater. Ooh, and my LaCrosse weather station is totally cool; thanks to the Buffistas for the recommendation.

The SO was wonderful and after carving the goose, cleaned up the whole kitchen and sent me and the puppy to cuddle in bed and watch Mythbusters after dinner. V.v. relaxing; and I have the day off tomorrow! Technically I have two weeks off, but tomorrow I won't try to get anything actually done. Yay for vacations.

It's a wrought iron bat (mammalian.) Really neat. It's now hanging in the entry to the front livingroom now.

Very cool. And, somewhere, Jilli must be pleased, too.

And now I'm having orange juice. Um, with some vodka in it

Which reminds me that I still have some nog that I can spike with some rum before I go to bed early. Yum.

Had a lovely Christmas with family, good food, fun presents. Am so tired right now. But the nog is calling me...

connie, your index worked for me, too. Now I'm going to explore the site a bit more!

I just realized that I haven't eaten since, like, 2. Which explains why the screwdriver is making quite an impression on me. Stay tuned to see if I start burbling in increasingly random ways.

But we had a huge brunch! Huge. I'm still not hungry. Plus we ate tons of of prime rib on Christmas Eve. Oog.

How is it only 9? Maybe I'll go kill some pixelated monsters for a while.

hmm.

yay new stove - that would make me happy.

sadly - i got DH ( ok this was an us present ) new wine glasses - they don't fit where we hang them - which is the best and safeplace to be... so we will have to modify the wine racks...

I went out with my sister today and did our traditional going to the movies--but seriously, it's gotten ridiculous out there. Ten years ago we started doing this, the movie theaters tended to be pretty empty. Today we tried to go to a 1pm movie, got there at 12:30, and it was SOLD OUT! So we bought tickets for the 4pm Dreamgirls instead, and went to see Sweet Land at the arthouse theater (which was still pretty empty). Sweet Land is about a mail-order bride around WWI era, going to Minnesota Norwegians, but she turns out to be German (gasp!). It was interesting, but a little odd. Dreamgirls was great fun, and the audience was all into it, cheering and clapping after half the songs...I was a little annoyed at one point though, because while I know they record the actual soundtrack singing later, they could make it LOOK like they're singing--but no, during the big "I'm Telling You I'm Not Going" scene, she was barely breathing. You can't sing that kind of big diva song without some breath, girl. Make it look real.

Now I'm going to explore the site a bit more!

Oh, the horror!

Enjoy!

Ha! After several days of trying, I've managed to connect to my Mom's wifi network. It turned out that I had to enter in the hexadecimal version of the password. How anti-intuitive....

I think I gained 48657137 pounds. Send help.