So the car was all loaded and I was going to the bathroom before leaving and ... the toilet overflowed. Two and a half hours later, it's fixed, thanks to the internet tip of dish soap and hot water. I'm leaving about 10 sopping towels in the back yard until I get back.

Being an unusual activity, the whole process spooked Mr Peabody and he won't come to me so I can throw him in the car and get on the road.

Blerg.

Oh, Ginger. Good lord. I hope Mr. P chills out and that your drive is most uneventful.

Oh Ginger! Untimely toilet shenanigans for xmas. That is lamentable.

Chill out, Mr. Peabody.

I make a date for golf
And you can bet your life it rains.
Try to give a party, but the guy upstairs complains
Guess I'll go through life just catching colds and missing trains.
Everything happens to me.

WindSparrow, how are you feeling?

I'm going to try leaving again, although it may take a while to get the dog.

Merry Christmas and Bah Humbug to all.

Good luck, Ginger. Cooperate, Mr. Peabody!

Bah Humbug, indeed.

Today is traditionally a day for staying home, wrapping presents, and avoiding the living. I really want to go see a matinee of True Grit and my roommate needs a ride to the mall.

I need to get dressed, clean up a bit, pack, and head to the parents with Frankie, but I seem to have ended up back in bed.

In the spirit of Bah Humbug, I finished my course of prednisone, which means I'm itchy again.

Oy vey. Mr. P, don't give your person grief. The toilet already did that.

smonster, sorry you're itchy again.

The cranberry chutney/sauce/stuff is cooling on the stovetop while I'm contemplating what cookies to make. I've got more presents to wrap, but beyond that, it's pretty mellow round these parts. I'm not planning on setting foot among the public if'n I don't have to.