the short of it is that my mom is really sick. the effect of the drugs is sort of like alzheimers. she spent one day telling my sister what a bad person she was. she told me i'm a drain on the family's finances while simultaneously pressing her debit card on me to buy holly dinner. it was strange, very strange. and since i can't think of anything else to say that is remotely positive, i think i'll end this christmas story there.
on the upside, mary and i still have about 5 lbs. of chocolate to work our way through. calorie rich therapy. mmm. we've also started preparing for the "employee recognition event". which is sure to include games and puzzles and the like, because what kind of self-respecting fool wouldn't want to sing "i'm a little tea-pot" to their colleagues to win a company t-shirt? err. nonetheless, mary and i are very competitive. perhaps even fierce. and her husband is a good sport. so i'm sure we'll have a good time and win a boatload of t-shirts.