I have almost no idea where to begin in describing the absolute horror that was the Thanksgiving break. A flat and a broken control arm on the car on Wednesday set me back about $850 after towing, parts, and labor. The maternal unit's fabulous cooking skills caused the kitchen to catch fire for the first time since I was in grade school. Coincidentally enough, that time was also at Thanksgiving. The paternal unit got food poisoning from the food at the cafeteria we ended up having Thanksgiving dinner at after the firemen had finished extinguishing the house. The maternal unit insisted that I go shopping with her the day after Thanksgiving. You cannot truly appreciate the horror of shopping with my mother. I'm very sure it's one of the myriad Chinese Hells. I got a phone call from Beecher on Saturday. That was the highlight of the entire vacation: being able to converse with someone having more than three working brain cells. Saturday night we went to my aunt and uncle's house. I have too many cousins under the age of 15. Sunday morning we got up early and picked up my car from the mechanic. I hit a possum on the way back to school. When I finally got back to my place, I realized I'd left my favorite jacket at the 'rents place in my haste to leave there. If Christmas is anything like Thanksgiving, I'm afraid I'll have to actually kill someone. After getting my jacket back, of course.