Well, the best present was that my mom was released from the hospital Thursday. She went in a week ago with congestive heart failure . . . again.

She's home with a hospital bed in the den, is on oxygen 24/7 and I don't know how but my dad got a guy in to install an 'electric chair' (not that kind, the kind that goes up the stairs) the day before Christmas. They shouldn't be in that house, it's too big, they should have moved years ago but he didn't want to. He realizes his mistake .. . .
now. A day late and a dollar short.
No one came over today because this past week+ has been just tooo much and my oldest brother lives well over an hour away and my other brother went to my mom and dad's so they wouldn't be alone. My mom just wasn't up to all of us coming over, even though she wouldn't have to do a thing (hell, she isn't able to do anything now). We're getting dumped on tomorrow with a foot of snow and my asshole neighbor decided to park in front of my house again tonight. He'll be getting a phone call from me tomorrow if he doesn't move his damn car so the plows can get through. I"ve asked him a few times to move his car and specifically pointed out that the plows won't do in front of our house if his car is there. He's a frukin' captain with the fire department, you'd think he'd get that he needs to get his car off the street.
Other than that, it was a good Christmas. We're all here, safe and healthy, and enough movies and Wii games were given to ensure hours of our time being occupied. And we're uber well stocked with food. I did forget to buy some wine though. Damn it!
Merry Christmas to everyone!
