Amy opened her Birthday presents. Then I took the K2 Enemy to Bluff Point, where 1 mile from the parking lot I skidded on the ice, seriously tore my right hamstring, and tried not to pass out while limping back to Angela.
I'm home on the couch now. Wondering how stupid and lucky I really was, watching CNN's coverage of "critical Christmas-eve shopping", and wondering when did shopping become "critical?" I mean sure, it's critical to Jr. Is he, or is he not getting the Red Ryder Bee Bee Gun, but when did it become critical to the news, to America? And more importantly - should it be? Can't we base our economy on something else?
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