Later, when I’ve had a few too many egg nogs, maybe I’ll come back here and sing the new song that I just made up for Janie called Christmas Fetus.

Janie and I were recently discussing the worst Christmas songs ever.   She was telling me about the most horrifying song she has ever heard, called Christmas Shoes.  Have you heard this terrible, terrible Christmas song?  No matter.  I happened upon this You Tube clip of Patton Oswalt going over the entire song.  This is for Janie.  You are not alone.

As I mentioned before, our Christmas card this year was the above photo of Gus.  It is blurry because after three days of attempts at getting everything to work properly, I gave up.  By the end, Janie and I were even more angry than when we put Ikea furniture together and I lose my cool because WHAT IS THAT AND WHERE DOES IT GO?  He’s cute, sure.  Yes, this is cute because dogs in Santa suits and bow ties are just that.  But by this point I was so mad …

I’ve been struggling with what to say about our Cookie Baking Day because, for the first time ever, there was no crying or swearing or arguing of any kind. In fact, the only mishap was when I accidentally quadrupled a recipe that I had only meant to double. While it was a recipe that is a family favorite and we’re all glad to have as many of those cookies as possible, it used up the rest of the eggs and butter and it wasn’t even past noon. …