Dale took off right after dinner to help his mom or something, came home after all the kids were done ~~ and then griped to himself loud enough to wake us up, about us not passing out the treats he bought.
Stephy's friends called her and wanted to hang out ~ but, um, HELLO ~ we didn't feel very good. Too bad for them.
Well, you know me and how I hate this time of year.
Stupid frickin holidays.