Merry belated Christmas, mes chers who celebrate. I only have to go two generations or so back to find ones that celebrated Orthodox (aka Russian) Christmas, so I'm not really that late. Les parents were overgenerous as usual, and I now have a TV less than 15 years old. I only asked for a giftcard toward one, so. Whoa. Hopefully my gifts were as well-received (among other things, I got tickets to the Baltimore Grand Prix for le père & frère, and le frère & I finally got my mom the Terrible Towel autographed by Jack Lambert).
The brats are happy to be home, the Steelers are playoff bound, I thoroughly enjoyed NHL 24/7 (I don't have HBO, so I took full advantage of my parents' cable) and am SO PUMPED for the Winter Classic now (if I only had a spare $500 burning a hole in my pocket for tickets). And I totally lucked out-- the predicted 6-10" of snow didn't materialize at all and the drive back was far, far smoother than the ride up. Alas, back to reality and work tomorrow. I think I'm going to make popcorn and watch some MNF on my new TV.