Happy St. Nick's!

I really need to take some holidayish photos. But that would mean not watching a trillion episodes of Sons of Anarchy a night. And since that's not going to happen, you're just going to get what you get these days.

St. Nick came last night. He got C-man a new camera. It about killed St. Nick, but he bought a Canon instead of a Nikon because their point and shoots are much nicer. And since last year's cheap-o camera was left in his jacket pocket, and someone may or may not have put it through the washing machine because the jacket was totally filthy and needed a wash, a new camera was in order. (Apparently washing machines and cameras don't mix so well. Who knew?) So the morning was spent eating chocolate, questioning why St. Nick didn't bring a small Lego set like he always does (because St. Nick may have forgotten to wrap it, and the stocking was FULL anyway, that's why!), terrorizing Harry with a thousand flashes in his face while he was just trying to eat, and videoing Beerman's butt while C-man did special sound effects. I got some Japanese tea and my house cleaners back. St. Nick is a good, good man.