We’re at Disney World, where, you know, if you don’t bounce around in paroxysms of joy they send the dogs after you. It’s a long story. I’ll catch you up when there’s a break in the mayhem, or when I collapse from wish-upon-a-star fatigue. Whichever comes first.
And you can still rock the holidays, Linus-style, and win an IPod shuffle, here.
Send me all your best hopes for survival. I think that I might need them.