The subject line comes from an exchange between Sprout and her pops on the subject of holiday preparations:
Sprout, to her father, who was walking to the front door with the bagged tree in hand: What are you doing with the tree?
J: Putting it outside. We're going to throw away all the Christmas things; we don't want to celebrate anymore.
Sprout looked at me with an incredulous, yet half-believing look, before blurting: Pops, that's the meanest joke ever!
In addition to all the activities, I was hit with two nasties. The first was Internet-related, and I was attacked by some kind of p*rn pop-up thing that opened pages with horrible photos every time I tried to access LJ and a couple of other sites I frequent. The second was crud brought to us by a family we invited to our church's Christmas pageant. And we are all--well, not J for the moment--coming down with lovely coughs and clogged sinuses. /sarcasm
'Tis the season...
Speaking of seasons, I can't believe this will be our third Christmas here. One more to go.