Smile, it's painless!

Ah, Christmas, my favorite time of year. Heading for the last handicapped space at the mall, only to have it taken by a yuppie using grandma's tag so she can run in to pick up her new nightie at Victoria's Secret. Almost getting hit by a little old lady who has had too much fruit cake. Listening to a child screaming for that toy; you know, the one mom already bought and has neatly wrapped under the tree. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bah, humbug, I just prefer to do my shopping online and pick it up at the UPS store. A lot less stress that way.

Seeing as this is our first Christmas with a daughter in the house, we're going all out. The tree is trimmed, the hall is decked and the eggs are nogged (whatever that means). No fruit cake, though, I'm the only one who eats it. Call me weird, but I do like fruit cake.

Carrie and Gene put up the decorations while Miah and I supervised. Miah has already opened one of my presents, unfortunately, not the place where the name of the item was (I gotta train that pup better).

Speaking of training...we've almost got her housebroken. She now wets on the floor, rubs her nose in it and goes to the door to be put out.