Stanfill Family Xmas Party is tomorrow (Saturday).
Our family gets together early because there were eight
of us born of our sainted mother, and assembling on Xmas
to be a mammoth hassle as soon as the spectre of breeding
raised its recessive head among the sibs.
I used to think it was unfair to have to bring gifts
for each of my brother's six kids considering I had no
yard monkeys of my own. But, upon reflection, he has
to pay the Kid Tax
24/7, 365. While I, on the other hand, just have to pay
the yearly Good Uncle toll. It all works out.
I'm bringing something special to the party this year... bronchitis.
The last time I crossed swords with this viral blackguard
was when Beloved Girlfriend and I celebrated the Millennium
in France. At least this time I'll be indoors knocking
back eggnog and soy-based treats instead of staggering
along sleet-laced streets trying to remember how "bathroom"
translates into French.
On the Tenth Day of Xmas Shopping
my Reddit Secret Santa gave to meeeeeee:
my dog! Raging Pencils has a store! That is, if you
call a couple of t-shirts a store. I'll be adding more
content as I get the hang of the interface but, until
it out, check it out, check it out!
Oh, and, uh, check