Merry Christmas Eve Extermination
I think I need to take a cue from xNEUROSPASTA next Christmas and create my own Dalek tree.
Maybe create a TARDIS cover for my fireplace.
Speaking of Dr. Who, normally I find Christmas Day kind of depressing after about 6 pm but this year I am very much looking forward to sprawling on the couch, too full to wear pants, too tired to wash the dishes, and watching the Dr. Who Christmas episode (SPACE - Canada's answer to ScyFy - is actually running Dr. Who alllll day long, including a "best of the Christmas Episodes" installment).
Don't care much for Dr. Who? Well, check out all the nerdtastic Christmas trees that made this list. I already shared that darling Cthulu tree on twitter, so hopefully some of you blog readers who missed it will also get a kick out of it.
Less than 3 hours before the Hungarian inlaws descend on the house. I'm done everything I'd planned to have in place before they and my mother (and Brizzby, the Bouvier) arrive. Which is a nice feeling because usually I am still running around like a mad woman at this time.
I hope all of you are also done whatever you have left to do this Christmas Eve. And if you're not, I hope you're at least having some fun as you rush around. And be safe out there. Lots of accidents yesterday in the city, and like Ellen Griswold said when Clark was driving like a mad man at Christmas: "Stop it. I don't want to spend the holidays dead."
Happy Ho Ho. Will probably pop on tomorrow, but just in case I miss you, a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you and yours.