The most inspirational holiday message I’ve seen so far this week has to be all the electronic highway billboards in North Texas (the ones that usually say helpful things like “road construction, next 1,200 miles) that announced the cheerful if not seasonal:

DRINK
DRIVE
GO TO JAIL

I wish I had tons of witty stories about our Christmas shenannagins (and I can’t be bothered to spell check, sue me) but right now I’m worn out. I’ve been in the car with three kids all afternoon, except for a little three hour stint at the eye doctor (don’t ask) and we just unpacked and started a load of laundry full of the sheets the cat peed on because it was locked in the bedroom.

So, yeah.

Anyway, I’ve found that red wine (from the “cheap-ass vinyards” of Eastern Oklahoma, I think) goes well with the Little Debbie cakes shaped like Christmas trees.

Happy Christmas, y’all, more to follow.