As if passing the time during Yoishke Day weren't enough of a challenge in itself, I've got some kind of intestinal virus, as do my mom and sister-in-law, presumably from one of the other relatives at our end-of-Hanukkah gathering.  That means no dim sum today and, possibly, no trip to uncle's farm on Tuesday.  Bleah.

ugh. I know. Just hang in there.

I have to try not to be a party pooper because the other half of my household was raised Catholic, but even she isn't amused by all the holiday cheer (barf) around us.

I watched the yule log this morning and I hung my cheeseburger ornament on the tree in our lobby... but that's as far as I can go.

If one more person wishes me a happy Chrismukkah or fucking Festivus, I'm gonna scream.