P.S.

I would like to add these boring thoughts to my Christmas day posting.

A. I'm so glad Christmas is finally over. I don't remember the Christmas season starting in August when I was growing up. I've really seen department stores with Christmas items out in summer. My radio station was playing Christmas carols nightly BEFORE Thanksgiving. Christmas lights were up before Thanksgiving. I'm so burned out on Christmas by mid-December. Each year I think I won't get sick of seeing my own Christmas tree, and each year I'm ready to strangle it by Christmas day.

B. I don't think people should be allowed to exercise on public streets on Christmas day. I don't exercise on normal days, but seeing people committed enough to jog by my window on Christmas day while I'm stuffing myself with pie is really annoying. Be with your family!!! Relax! Stop worrying about your heart for one day! Gah!

C. I think the sexual innuendo ("in YOUR endo!"--The Todd from Scrubs) in the song "Santa Baby" is weird considering the season. "Hurry down my chimney tonight...come trim my tree..." Seems a leap from songs of the Christ Child. Weirdness.

"I'll Be Home for Christmas" is a huge Christmas favorite that drives me crazy. If someone tells me, "I'll be there. You can count on me," then I think it's a sure thing. The part where the singer says all that and then adds "if only in my dreams" is what annoys me. I'm too anal for that. Every freakin' time I hear that song I think, "That's no kind of RSVP! How do I know how many places to set at the TABLE!"

D. I can't think of anything else I wanted to add because Ironman is belching into my 2 year old son's face and my son is laughing hysterically.

That is all.