4:45 A.M. on the morning after...

Christmas that is. Really the last thing I wanted to do today was wake up. Here I am. All awake and shit.

Christmas was as insane as I thought it was going to be. The kids really have no idea of what hit em. The grandparents gave them enough presents to satisfy the children of a mid-sized underdeveloped country. I swear my son is going to grow up spoiled despite my best efforts.

Food was, as usual, unbelievably good. an anti-pasti course, lasagne, and then cheesecake. Drank some of father-in-laws home brew, and a little vino.

By the time I got home and unloaded the toy store, I was done. I did manage to work up enough energy to put together my shiny new turkey fryer. Am I going to use it as it was intended? Nope, gonna make beer with it. I received everything I need to make all my beer from scratch. All grain brewing baby. My beer, my way!

Ok, well I gotta get ready for work now. We got to bring home the remainder of the cheesecake. Is that ok for 4:55 in the morning?

Hope everyone had a great day!

Z