Yes, it's that time of year again. To go find your snarled mess of Christmas lights and get them hung up. Because nothing says the birth of Christ like the twinkling beauty of tiny lights hanging on your house's eaves.
I'm thirty-frickin'-EIGHT (Holy crap! ...Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset...) who lives in the Pacific Northwest with my wife of ten years. We have a little girl who has completely altered our lives and changed how we play and travel. I'm out of practice in my sarcasm, and hope to resharpen it through talking about people in this blog--you know, for social triage!