The title applies both to tonight and to the Christmas season to date. Thank God I have a digital camera in front of me to flip through, else I might have a hard time recollecting (let alone recounting) the past week.
I'm in the basement after having just put Dex to bed. Previous to that I put Tavish to bed after mopping up the massive puke splatters he left all over the kitchen once I finished dosing him with his antibiotics for the sinus infection he collected recently. Both boys got head colds after Dex came down with the croup a couple weeks ago, so it's been nuthin' but snot and crankiness for goin' on 14 days here.
I've a stack of CDs in front of me as I'm in the process of ripping my collection to iTunes because, thanks to my brother (Uncle Buster), I got me a new iPod for Christmas and I love him just a little bit more for it. (I just finished listening to Joy Ride by Junkhouse, and hoo boy... have the past few days ever been.) It's the 8 GB nano, and the fact that I'm going to be able to store over 2,000 songs on something the size of a couple matchbooks just boggles my mind. I like the word 'boggles'. (Not quite as much as the word 'boobies', but that pretty much goes without saying.)
I'm also on my third stiff rum 'n egg nogg, so this might get interesting. It's not that I'm a great fan of egg nogg, but it makes for a great delivery system to get rum into my system in much the same way that popcorn exists solely to deliver butter and flavoured salt to my GI tract. (Dill pickle is my favourite.)
But I said I was going to talk about Christmas... so let's. I think it started on Christmas Eve. (Well, that day, but it's the only day of the year where we refer to the day by its latter half, which is silly really, but that's just my way of saying it was the day, not the eve, of the Eve.)