break out the mistletoe

Happy December! Hope everyone's Thanksgivings were excellent; mine was a laid back food adventure. Also, the Boy met the Family and it went well. He and my brother bonded over League of Legends, haha.

More seasonally, I've finished all my Christmas shopping and am doing my cards this week so as to be timely in sending them. :D I am one of those obnoxious people who love the holidays. (Although it is tempered by the fact that I am also lazy, hence I could never live up to my full obnoxious potential because it takes too much work. Can't I just lie around reading fic and eating broccoli instead?)

Hope all is well with you and yours, that you are bundled up warm or are relaxing in the warmth, those of you in the Southern Hemisphere.

Life updates: the Metro Division is KILLING ME with how close it is and it's turned me into a monster of resentment towards anyone who threatens the Canes' precarious and oft-changing status. On the bright side, JEFF SKINNER. Still a six-year-old.

Speaking of the Canes, I took conspiire to her very first live hockey game (CBJ @ Caps, Verizon Center, 11/12/13) and she enjoyed herself. Afterwards, she made the crucial mistake of asking me via email, "So tell me about Eric Staal."

Oh did I tell her about Eric Staal. Via longass email full of pictures and links and videos and TMI about all the Staals and Eric's stupidly adorable children and a tangent about Sasha followed by a 2000 word essay about my feelings about the Canes and their treatment by hockey media. It was glorious.

Hey, she asked!

Thankfully, she seemed to enjoy it. The Canes fanbase grows, you see!

In shameful news, yesterday I stumbled across Blind Gossip and wasted my afternoon reading through pages and pages of items that convinced me that everyone in Hollywood is A) closeted, B) in a contractual fake relationship (who knew this was so common IRL outside of fic tropes?!), C) cheating, or D) all of the above.

DDDD: Everyone is terrible; remind me to never look into celeb culture again.