Snap. Need Dog Food. Need Cheeses. Need to Think About Christmas Morning Bagels. Also Should Get a Mega-Million, Cuz That Would Be Nice, Too

The thought of going anywhere near a store today causes my blood pressure to rise, but if I can muscle it up early, I should probably do one more run. Shoot. Should also do a liquor run, too. I was out yesterday and I could only think, "What happened to Cicero? Why so much traffic?" 

And the light do no align correctly. Only couple of cars can move at a time. Fa la la la la la la la la.

It's Christmas Eve, and I'm going to prepare my parents dinner (they want to bypass any chaos this year) and I'll likely spend most of the day in the kitchen. As predicated, the snow began to fall around 10 p.m. and we'll maintain a white Christmas.

Karal also go some cousin time yesterday, because she was growing anxious to have doggy play time. She, too, will not be part of the chaotic traditions, as we're slowing down this year. No Flake Like Mike or Dave's Christmas Cracker. 

But I do have a new story for the holidays. Mom came out to her chair wearing her pajamas as we were watching the SNL Holiday Special for the 4th time this week. She was doing her iPad nightly tradition of watching UFOs in Wooster, Massachusetts, when I hear her say, "What is this? Oh, my God," Well, whereas she pinched her oxygen chord earlier in the day which set off the alarm that she couldn't hear, I immediately jumped up to help her. She had these straps coming down from her pajama top.

"Oh, Oh. My," I heard her saying, I know what this is."

And then I witness her pull down her bra which she didn't finish when she went into the bedroom to change. "Oh, I thought I took it all the way off." 

She then curled up the bra and placed it next to her Reindeer food and chocolates.

This was, of course, the night before the night before Chrismas (that would be tonight) .

And here we go....