Christmas

Christmas was pretty ok this year.  Everyone seems to have mellowed out a little bit, and no one cried, at least to my knowledge.  There also wasn't a single mention of bestiality!  

My Christmas gifts consisted of a tote bag that says "shoplifter," a parrot key chain that says very profane things when you press a button such as "Hey you, go fuck yourself", and a mug that says "Fuck off. I'm reading the Onion."  My mother is maturing with age... or something.

My sister also graced me with some Serbian chap stick that was incorrectly called "labia balm."

It's nice to be home.  We had a nice lunch?, worked on a very difficult puzzle, and later my dad and I saw Valkyrie.  That movie probably would have been much better if Tom Cruise wasn't in it.