Okay, no more...

Christmas parties. Holiday parties. Whatever. Kat's company party was last night. No more until the real thing. Even then it's going to be crazy. Christmas Eve at my parents. Christmas Morning at Kat's parents. Christmas night at my aunt and uncle's place in Folsom. Yes, the Folsom with the Prison.

You can see the gaurd towers from their street. The one thing they have going for them, is that if anyone escapes they get away from Folsom as fast as they can. No reason to hang out around the prison...plus they usually escape through drainage pipes which take them miles away anyway.

I've never been a gun-ho Christmas guy. Let me re-phrase that. I've never been into all the stuff that Christmas is supposed to be about. I'm into gift giving and egg nog though. I feel kinda bad for participating in a totally hijacked holiday...and then I open some presents and get over it ;-)

"God I love the smell of commerce in the morning!" -- Broadie