The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Erik was hit by a deer the other night. It takes some sort of skill to drive 50+ on some of the windy backroads we live near, at night, and instead of hitting a deer instead get hit by one. There's a big dent in his rear driver side door. The Crazy Mother-in-Law insists that we should file an insurance claim and keep the money, but since Erik and I have brains, we decided not to do that.

I got a call back about that job after I left yesterday, but I haven't had a chance to call him back, since the office has been full. Go to lunch, Fu-Master! I don't want to work with you any more!

Goal for the week: Wrap all Christmas presents before Saturday morning. Except Erik's, because I'm going to taunt him by hiding them so he doesn't know how many he's getting. He's been counting the presents on the chair we currently have them stashed on every day, hoping his are there. Sucker. ^_^

Stacey is telling me that she's going to bring a tree stand and lights to my house when they come visit, since she can't possibly be in a house on Christmas Eve that doesn't have a tree. Apparently, the McGuyver tree doesn't count this year. Bah. Humbug.

[EDIT] Have I mentioned how much I love reindeer? I have no idea why, but I seem to have developed quite the fetish in recent years. I could relate it to a stuffed reindeer ornament I had as a child, but that may be overanalyzing a bit.