Well it's over, Christmas is over and I am not sorry to see it go. Two months of insipid commercials on the television. One month of insanity on the roads and in the stores. Finally, Mark and I can drive someplace and I don't have to listen to Mark wail like a howler monkey at the other drivers. On the gift giving front, I managed to make it without going too far into debt. The pressure of having to buy somebody something has been lifted from my mind. I know I sound like a Scrooge, but if you know that Mark and I both have birthdays within two days of Christmas you would understand the increased pressure I feel to come up with extra gifts. And speaking of gifts, Bette just left her Christmas gift for me under the Christmas tree. A warm puddle of pee. I know, it's the thought that counts.