Ahh, the sights and sounds of that most magical time of the year - it really takes me back to those days of yore growing up. What says Christmas more than the holiday colors of the ambulance and police siren lights in your driveway? Perhaps only the evergreen shade of Dad's vomit splattered on the yule log and his snow white stubble grown over the course of a five day bender. Eggnog, anyone?
Ho-ho-ho!
That's as good a pratfall into this holiday season as any - thanks, David. Perhaps someone ought to pick him up a casket on walmart.com for Christmas - might be a timely gift. Whatever Santa brings you, I'm sure it'll be appropriate.
Seems even the perfect Tiger Woods was having a bit of a rocky domestic go of things this weekend as Black Friday bleeds into Cyber Monday.
Speaking of Cyber Monday, I've got a week of mad craziness at work before I take a break for a few days, and I'm expecting the asylum to be especially loony on a number of levels. So I'm hanging up my blogging shoes for the next five days unless something truly significant compels me to post (even then, I may hold off until Friday).

Catch you on the other side.