I'm wrapping presents, making fudge, cookies and what-nots and when I sit down it's to look up another recipe or to fill out a Christmas card or two while I take in some nicotine. Its like the spirit of Christmas crawled up my butt and planted a holly jolly bomb or something. Not that I'm accustomed to having things crawl up the no access area of my nether regions, just so you know--um, nevermind. To be continued...
