Good Cheer For Real This Time
With work deadlines quickly becoming a distant and distasteful memory, I’m looking forward to leaving town tomorrow morning to spend Christmas with my family. Dad has promised tequila, Mom promised cookies, Little-Big Bro promised a trip to Best Buy, and Little-Little Bro agreed to make a gingerbread house with me because we are equally lame bursting with the Cool gene. If history serves me correctly, I will be coming down with a nasty cold around Sunday/Monday and I will be too miserable todding like dis to enjoy the normal holiday festivities, but that’s what Dad’s in/famous moonshine-based “cough syrup” is for.
