'tis the season, fa la la

i love the holidays. yes, got though the anniversary of homer's passing on monday without hitting the bottle (too much, think about who is writing this) and fa la la'd marge's house up nicely. for the first year ever in the history of my family, i blinged the outdoors of the house with big old-school lights (thank you target) so i'm sure we'll be the envy of all. in that 'is your house on fire?' christmas vacation movie sort of way...

took this well needed week off from the asylum, and have been doing a great job not thinking about the hellhole. today is christmas shopping with mancat (happy belated birthday, honey! what do you and baskin robbins have in common?) and who knows what. then the parties start... impromptu drinks tomorrow afternoon, friday is mancat's firm's navidad exxxxxxxtravaganza (mexican, not porn, theme), saturday is two parties, sunday is a neighbor on long island's 'oh look at you put up those lights so nicely honey, you must come over for a drink with the neighbors on sunday!' um. ok. worth the price of admission that the LIRR is... 'don't mention where you work or what you do or anything. she's nosey. and she's a gossip.' 'oh, ok, i'll say i'm unemployed. that will go over better, no?' 'don't be fresh.'

fa la la te da... 'tis the season...