Let's face it. It's Christmas Eve Eve, and at this point there isn't a single seasonal play on words that hasn't already been repeatedly written, tweeted, Facebook'd, or drunkenly shouted in your circle of friends. So I'm not even gonna try! Carrie may not have taken the holidays off from puns, but I'm gonna.
I'm waiting here at LAX, ready for my annual red eye flight back to MA this evening! It's something of a holiday tradition for me, albeit one that I wish more than anything I could stop repeating year after year. But it gets me home, and that's really all that matters. It'll be a whirlwind trip this year - especially with my Los Angeles flight's current delay. Looks like I'll spending the day in Cleveland tomorrow, and not getting in to Longmeadow until 5pm. It's frustrating, but I guess this is the sort of thing that happens during the season.
Incidentally, I'm also without a proper smartphone until Monday (a technological disaster that most certainly has not been worth blogging about) - so if you don't see many updates from me on Twitter and Facebook, that's why. By next week though, I'll be rockin' my T-Mobile G2 with Google (4G speed! Android 2.2!).
So until then - Merry Christmas, gang! Enjoy the parties, the presents and the pretty. Hopefully the snow won't be out of control in New England and I'll make it out unscathed. Be safe, have fun, get nog'd!