southern comfort

we're officially past xmas...i've survived the down-home dysentery and toasted christmas eve with xtreme gatorade in like, blue glacier. and i discovered my dad is not a believer of the "extra roll on-deck" philosophy. the things you take for granted in your own house, i say.

i recovered in time to stuff myself with goose, red cabbage, and currants in customary deutsches fashion. my little brother ken and i paid a visit to the redneck weight room, where no two freeweights are alike and we find lifting magazines strewn about with interesting anatomical additions drawn on all the men.

we just got through a heated match of scrabble with grandma, who put my gift of an official scrabble dictionary to good use. ken kicked our butts but only because we allowed him to cheat by making the word "ubonnet." you know, like the kind of hat you'd wear on a u-boat. so we added it to the official dictionary with a bic pen.

i'd give more colorful details about the past few days, like my mom's gift of a compulsory needlepoint project (i'd call it 'forced induction' into her little southern cult), but we're about to hunker down for some prime rib...tomorrow a little leg of lamb, you know - home cookin. yee-haw.