was extraordinarily nice this year.

There were no fights, no angry recriminations. No one said anything they regretted and I think everyone will go to bed tonight happy.

I made a nice haul, but I was more pleased that the presents I gave were well received. That being said, tomorrow I'm going shopping. :)

So The Mom was telling me that Aaron, my cousin's 4 year old, loves LOTR. Loves it to the point that he'll lurk around a corner, then peak his head out and whisper, "My precious..." and then scamper off.

Apparently, though, LOTR is a genetic addiction on the maternal side of my family because Grandma J, who is emphatically not generally one to get into movies etc, has discovered a deep and abiding love for the movies. I just wish my brother would love them, but he doesn't like "things that can't happen" and that translates to scifi, fantasy, and cartoons.

What else is there?

Next year, stick to your guns when refusing to accept The Mom's offerings of fudge and Chex mix.

Cant. Stop. Eating.

My cat is really stinky right now for two reasons. First of all, she puked last night, then immediately groomed herself with her pukey mouth. Secondly, she very obviously needs to attend to some butt-area cleaning as she is rank down there. Apparently, though, grooming just cuts into her sleeping schedule too much.

ETA: No, for real. She reeks. It's grossing me out and I'm tempted to go to PetSmart to get some shampoo or something.

ETA again: It's like she's trailing funk behind her. GAH.