I predict… tiredness.

Scary thought, this, although Char is going out today with my mother to brave the hells that are malls and big-box stores in order to… You know what, i’m not even sure what they’re after.

At any rate, that’s their lookout. Here’s the rundown on the week so far:

Monday, we gorged ourselves on the rarest, bloodiest tenderloin steaks i’ve ever had. I could cut the blinkin’ things with the dull side of the knife. That, and they were so rare they might as well have been sushi. Good stuff

Tuesday was gorgery, pool, beer, and hanging out with a rarely-seen good friend. And Guiness.

Wednesday — Christmas eve, for the date-impaired — was spent with again, more pool, some shopping, some cleaning, some cooking, and a 4.5-lb prime rib roast that was devoured in its entirety by 5 people. As though it was never there. Then, hm… I honestly don’t recall what we did next. I think it might have been something like “Drank some wine and fell asleep.”

Christmas day dawns, and we get to the swag. Gifts all around, although some highlights were: Char and Mom buying Char and I a digital camera. Char getting the complete Far Side collection from Dad. General gorgery on all our parts

Boxing day… Well, i’m not doing much of anything today, except getting the digital camera set up and figuring out how to post photos to the blog

Bastards.

Beer is evil, just in case you didn’t know.