merry humbug!
i woke up this morning to elvis crooning me a blue christmas. he's missing me alot, it seems. i immediately sprang from my bed and hauled my still-pajama-clad sleepy self downstairs in a hurry, but i wasn't looking for evidence of a visit from mister claus. acutely aware of the number of dishes to be sprung from our kitchen for our 'potluck' dinner later, i needed to claim counter space. comfortably reciting along with tbs' 24-hour marathon of "a christmas story", i finished with one dish before the first bleary-eyed stumbler came downstairs; i was well into dessert when the rest of them showed up. merry christmas, roomies.

zipping ahead, car packed with food and gifts, favorite seasonal tune of "please daddy, don't get drunk this christmas" twanging on the radio, i headed 'home' to the esco. i decided to stop and get some cider for dinner; looks like i wasn't the only person trying to find an open grocery store. on my 3rd attempt, i found one, grabbed the bottles, and darted to the express: credit/cash lane. too bad i got cut off by a lady and her very packed cart, whipping out her checkbook. umm, merry christmas, lady. as i weighed the wait time at the other registers, my 2 bottles were moved, and another lady and her little son shoved their way up. i mumbled a little 'excuse me?' and was told that she couldn't see me. i found that a little funny since she was actually standing ON TOP of me. 20 minutes later i left the grocery store in search of some coffee... good thing the cops were busting someone at the 7-11 i had to resort to. i felt safe. merry christmas, criminal and police force.

all this, and dinner hasn't even started. dinner with the trozzis... you know there will be stories. merry christmas, y'all.