I gotta start checking in on Nancy Grace again. Her intro for 2 Chainz is the funniest clip I've seen in a while. Also she's batshit crazy. If the intro isn't enough to break you up, listen to her say "Smoking a big fat doobie" at 2:12.

In preschool a couple of weeks ago, Kolya's class made gingerbread men. When they went out to play, the teachers hid them, and they told the kids that the cookies came to life, ran around the classroom, and dared the kids to find them. The kids looked all over, inside and out, and they couldn't find the runaway gingers.

For a number of weeks, three-year-old Kolya has insisted that Anna from Frozen has a line in a song where she sings, "Pain in the Ass." I found that to be a highly dubious claim, and when I caught him watching it after work yesterday, I asked him to give me a call when the "Pain in the Ass" part comes on.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving, we went to get our Christmas tree. The specific criteria we had made it hard to find a place to go:

I just heard that the Washington Redskins store had a Cyber Monday sale. Great deals, we missed, but you had to go to the web site, pick out what you want, and phone them to place your order.

Vanya's school had a Thanksgiving thing where we all go eat with the class. V served himself a typical little kid lunch: chicken nuggets, mashed potatoes, and a roll. While he was eating, the mom who brought the potatoes stopped and asked him how he liked them.

Tigers beat a conference team in a game that many expected them to lose. Saints win an important game that many expected them to lose. On Saturday, I had drinks with good friends and laughed my ass off all night.

A few weeks ago, I was about to head out the back door to put a couple of pork shoulders on the barbecue. Just as I was on my way out, Paul showed up and grabbed the door. I was home by myself, so I welcomed the excuse to ditch the kitchen cleanup and to sit out, smell the meat, and run our mouths.

There's no one of my age -- at least no one whose family hails from the rural South -- who hasn't heard, "When I was bad, Daddy made me go outside and pick my own switch." I always dismissed this as old person hyperbole. In my mind it belongs with, "I walked fourteen miles to school barefoot every day, and it was uphill in both directions."

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