... and the turkey loved to chase cars

A low-key Christmas, in all.

I'm at work. Bah. Humbug.

My stocking stuffer was a giant box of Mucinex. I have a chest cold (and it hurts).

But a fantastic Christmas Eve last night at church (I am Sarah: Impromptu Lighting Manager) and a great Christmas morning at Kat and Phil's with Debbie, eating waffles and swapping stories about crazy pets (such as my Aunt Dottie's pet turkey, Giapetto, who liked to dive-bomb people who walked up to the door [gobbling all the way down] and chase cars).

The weather outside is frightful; the roads are far from delightful. And though I had places to go, it just snowed and it snowed and it snowed. And it blizzarded and blustered and blowed.

This nonsense needs to end by tomorrow morning.

Merry Christmas.