1. Okay, here's the deal. I MIGHT have tried the Snuggie out and I MIGHT have fallen asleep on the sofa wearing it. BUT I DID NOT ENJOY IT. I did not immediately upon taking it off, feel a chill through out my body as if my soul had adhered to the Snuggie and been yanked out of my body in the manner of a yogi pulling silken cords from their throat. I did not think, in a moment of weakness, "It's cold, I should put the Snuggie back on."
Nope.
It did smell funny, though.
2. MY SECRET SANTA has written me a gift!
The War at Home is a post S2 Torchwood fic, in which Jack and Ianto are having, through a round about narrative way (and a war of silent gifting), their age-old argument, that I shan't give away. Caught in the crossfire is Gwen, and by association, Rhys, who can't get laid while mommy and daddy are fighting at work. It's precious, and awesome, and I haven't left feedback yet because I have tonnes to say about it, but while I am composing my reply, please go over and read it!
There are also at least four other fics by our fabulous Santas, so please go over and read them all.
3. Happy Kwanzaa!
4. How do I tell my kid that Santa only comes once a year? Shitbears. It's that awkward moment like when they ask for the pet you put to sleep last week. No honey, Santa went to live in the farm, until next year.
5. When you have not had any coffee is not a good time to try to put together the vacuum siphon coffeemaker. Strange because I wanted to use it to MAKE coffee. Hrm. The cafetiere is dirty. Autodrip, here I come.