I've slipped away in there for a little bit to get away from the moans and groans of the sick man in the recliner and the on the mend terrorist who has taken over control of the tv remote. The liquid growls and bloody sounds of "Blade" were giving my cup of coffee a weird taste.
Tomorrow I've promised Zach that we'll drag out the tree and decorations. Anybody want to come help? I've got Jose` chillin in the fridge.