Merry Christmas

First things, first. Merry Christmas everyone. Hope that those who found you worthy of a gift devined a present that was a pleasure to receive. My relatives were very good to me, pretty much nailing a home run this year.

Our annual Christmas feast was followed, as usual, by the annual Christmas food coma. I don't roast, so a turkey with stuffing and gravy usually results in thirds afters the seconds. The protein fest is nothing after the 2 Thirteen Desserts of Christmas parties last week. I'm sure I'm 1 year closer to diabetes thanks to all the sugar (To inoculate myself from the fat I made sure to ingest a healthy quantity of red wine).

My nephew got a bitchin' PlayStation game that pits teams of Worms against each other with sheep, moles and other weapons of mass distruction. We've been laughing our asses off calling down air strikes of missles, flaming sheep and explosive envelopes (called the "Mail Strike"). These little guys are tough, taking multiple shotgun, Uzi and bazooka blasts to kill when a direct approach is called for. Fortunately, my sister has a hot tub to work out any shoulder kinks we may have picked up blowing each other to bits.