Finally bought my wife's Christmas gifts yesterday. Took care of that in one trip, although I have an idea for another one that'll come later on. We'll see how she does with my gifts. As the Dead Milkmen once said, "There's a time for taking and there's a time for giving, but ripping off the Butthole Surfers is how I make my living."
That does nothing to solidify my point, but I'll blame the Milkmen for that.
Grocery shopping after worked to make sure we're ready for the guests come Christmas day. KFC for the supper. Wrestle with the kids for a while. (The chirrens love to be body slammed to the couch. What's the move where you pick your opponent up by the neck and slam him on his back? That's what I do.) Put them to bed. Exercise. Appletell featuring the aforementioned chirrens. Put myself to bed. Nothing exciting, but that's how you want to wind down the year, right?
Incomplete pass.
Life's ball. 3rd and 7 on my 49.
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