Christmas and my birthday came and went without any casualties, even overriding the usual assassination attempts on Dan by Tracy during euchre tournaments.

Townie night was a riot. We skipped around to a few bars. At the final stop, I did karaoke and whiskey sours while two of my brothers, Sue, and Sue's friends drank lots of beer and played games and watched me. Of course I am always the designated driver, so I didn't get too lit. :) Actually no one I was with sang but me but they thought I was pretty good, even though the tavern prize went to a girl who sang about half of the old Fiona Apple hit. She had a good voice..."....All I want...is a good defense...'cause I'm feeling like a crim-a-null........." Anyway, that was that.

We all got too much stuff, especially the kids...and my house is a cluttered mess. I come home from work today and of course it's a disaster. It always is.

I even got Nathanael some of the most original Christmas scents- frankincense- how's that for the real deal.