It's that time of year - when the grand kids arms are too small for handcuffs, so I have to thigh-cuff them away from the tree.
To all of the usual suspects, who've stuck with me through thick and thin; and for all the occasional visitors to this poor excuse for a web site, may you all have a safe and peaceful Christmas, Kwanzaa or whatever you happen to not believe in.
And may next year be better than this year was!
She Who Must Be Obeyed,
Attitude With Legs
and the Devil Dog