Just Under The Wire

It's 11:35 on Christmas night. I should have been in bed a half an hour ago.

I just got back from spending the evening with the girlfriend's family where MUCH good food was consumed and the white elephant gift exchange was a lot of fun.

I contributed a 19" color TV boxed and wrapped in newspaper and duct tape. I had two of them sitting in my closet with absolutely no use for them. It was a surprise hit.

I came away with a gift box of Adidas cologne, body wash, etc. I'm a little leary about wearing a cologne named after what I associate with smelly sneakers, but what the hell.

It's now 11:41, so I have to wrap this up if this is going to qualify as a Christmas post.

I poached the poster below from Joe's Big Blog.



Oh, and just to cleanse your XO palate after my Festivus post, I sincerely hope you all had a wonderful Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) with your loved ones and are feeling all warm and fuzzy.

11:49. Just made it! Now it's beddy bye time.

P.S. - I've been hearing A LOT of sirens on 291 here in Independence for the past 45 minutes. I hope it's just the usual Christmas meth busts and nothing that involves terrorists, biblical disasters, or you and yours.

11:55! Jeez, I love living life on the edge!

G'night bitches.