No new Mac in the present pile. We get three identical Hallmark parent chicken ornaments, two Chronicles of Narnia, and one King Kong.
Vecna made out like a bandit. Vecna now has his/her own STOCKING.
The car did NOT break down.
I'm coming down with a cold. Blah.
We had a catostrophic cooking failure last night. Soup. Blender. Wife. It wasn't pretty.
We've taken care of a friend's cats over the holiday. Seven kittens. SEVEN.