When is comes to Christmas (this year, at least) I'm a Grinch. When I'm at work I'm anti-Christmas. Christmas in the cheese shop means cheese trays and wine baskets and parties and giant vats of BBQ meatballs and crabby liquor store managers and stressed-out shipping guys and the increased chance that I will cut or burn myself.
On another note, my cat Lucy is spazzing out right now. She keeps attacking the mat by the back door. Then she runs away, then she attacks again.
And she just body slammed Finn on the kitchen floor. I think she may have gotten into the catnip.