Bizarro Christmas

Since we're all kvetching about our lame weekends, I'd like to add my own little story. I did not drink (I wish I had!). I did not deal with stinky old ladies on a bus. And I did not watch anything even mildly entertaining except for Desperate Housewives (for that little bonus, I am thankful). Instead, I got to celebrate Christmas at the nursing home. Is that depressing or what? Plus my husband came down with some weird stomach virus and spent his weekend puking. So I got to deal with his cranky-ass attitude on top of hearing all the moaning and shrieking at the nursing home (make it stop!).