Nothing much to say. I'm busy, one kid has the dual sickness of the stomach flu and Pink Eye. My wife is feeling under the weather, most likely exhaustion from mopping up vomit and daubing crust out of a child's eye. I try to help, but when you wake up with bodily fluids violently flying out of your eyes and mouth you tend to want your mommy. I don't take it personally. In fact, I'm thankful.
We did decorate the tree on Saturday. Mom didn't feel good, Matilda participated when she could (she's the puker) and would direct the action from the couch until her eustachian tube (I kid you not, the hits keep on coming in the O'Brien house) started acting up. Gertrude, on the other hand, was wonderfully excited about taking the ornaments off the tree and hiding them in her room to play with later. We've located about three, but for the most part our tree looks like the Griswolds' car after they visited East Saint Louis. I half expect to find our ornaments auctioned on eBay. I wouldn't doubt that this little three-year-old could type.
Anyway, I owe several people holiday CDs and I'm working on them between puking, larceny and moaning.
I've posted a new Radio SFT Playlist focusing on the stranger side of the holidays. My Jewish friends will note a few songs to close out Hanukkah with. The first one may be offensive to everyone. Nothing says "Happy Holidays" like mocking several religious groups, Princess Di and Billy Joel in one fell swoop.
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