Hope all my little friends in interweb land had a happy happy and a merry merry. Furthermore, I hope your job had the good sense to let you stay home today, unlike mine boo hiss. Early morning + strenuous activity (snow shoveling) + coming to work = your buddy Brendo in a foooouuuuuuuul mood.

But let's be positive, kittens. I'll tell you about my happy good-time Christmas festivities. On the Eve, I had a little extended family brouhaha full of booze and good food. After a few hours, Santa arrived, much to the delight/terror of my little cousins (ages 2 and 3). After the kids had their Santa time and asked him a bunch of awkward questions (i.e. "How do you get down the chimney?" and "Why are you fatter than the other Santa from the mall?"), my cousin Frank corralled all the adults for pictures with Santa, two at a time.

After the usual pairings (mom and dad, brother and sister, etc.), we ran out of logical matchups. So we started selecting random duos. "Okay, Brendan and your cousin-in-law Mike." When all of those avenues were exhausted, we started working in random objects throughout the house. "Sean and this hammer. Get in there with Santa." "Chip and the asparagus dish. Come on - it's Christmas."

This is my family. And you wonder why I turned out the way I did.