Best. Present. Ever.

Rob and Renee sent us 6 packages of hot dogs, Zweigle's hot dogs for Christmas. Seeing as that K hates them...they're mine! All mine! Now I gotta run to Ohio and get some Genny beer...

On a side note, K has a nasty ass cold. As a result of that, last night was like sleeping (well, more like counting sheep) next to a buzzsaw. And wouldn't you know it, as soon as I dozed off, the little brat next door woke up screaming. Grrrr.

Here's some ducky news from the world of medicine. Aleve me alone!

Ringing bells with the Salvation Army tonight...other than that, not much exciting to report.