Hello, readers. Another holiday has passed and I am at work this morning trying to combat the emails filling my Inbox. However, I am in a fleece and jeans, so somehow it makes it okay. Between deleting things promising to make my penis larger (which, I admit, would be a feat) or yet another piece of breaking news, I have been reflecting on this year's holiday season.
I would say it has been in the top 10 of Christmases, but am not sure why. It may be because I did not receive an American Girl doll, as I did when I was sixteen and was expecting a CD player instead (note to grandmas everywhere: this is the WRONG gift for a girl already battling the dramas of puberty) or maybe it's because for the first time that I can remember, we didn't have to drive anywhere on Christmas Day---family came to us. There is something wonderfully delicious about staying in comfy clothes all day, sitting in front of the fire and trash-talking euchre with your grandmother.
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