Clumsy

Christmas was great this year. Different and a little awkward, but good nonetheless. Spending time with my family was, as always, an interesting experience. There was a night of Armenian food followed by one of prime rib roast; double the good food. One upside of divorce which I should be sent directly to hell for recognizing is the overabundance of gifts. When Mom and Dad try to best each other, everybody wins. Horray. Then there are my siblings, who never fail to amuse.

That made Christmas good. It was great because of Matt. Don't ask me to describe it, because right now I can't.

He got me tripping, stumbling, flipping, fumbling.