Jake is nuzzling my wrist.

I left my laptop back at the rented-for-Xmas house, so I'm writing this on B's laptop.

- We spent the weekend with B's sister Robin, her wife Scout, their daughter Simone, Scout's dad Don, and Robin and Brad's mom Patsy.  I like them fine, though hearing Scout's dad call her Sherry weirded.  Until I realised that my mom still calls me Chrissy.  Eh.

- Brad got me a toaster oven!  Toasted cheese sammiches forever!  !!  I got him new slippers, as his were falling apart.

- Yall can just insert the two primary Xmas rants here - materialism and wastefulness and packaging, and Santa Claus and culturally mandated lying.  To my credit, I kept my mouth shut.

- Quasirelatedly, omg Elmo.  I cannot possibly be alone in detesting Elmo.

- B's mom makes good biscuits and gravy.

- In conclusion, everything has milk in it.  *unreasonably annoyed*