I love puppies...when they're roadkill...

That title, my friend(s), is dedicated to my dear cousin Joseph, of whom I've had the pleasure of eating blintzes and listening to Gwar with today...er, wait...yesterday. It's 12:20 in the AM.

Anyway, I'm in Illinois just calming down from the Christmas celebration here at the Schmidt household. We ate at the Warsaw Inn, and Tyler sat in Jello. With that being funny enough, he proceeded to then sing at the top of his lungs "Jello butt! Jello butt!" to the great amusement of...well, everyone. Then we went back to Liz and Dan's abode and opened gifts. I recieved of plethora of checks toward the "College is Going to Be Really Expensive for Ashley, Even With Her Scholarships Fund", and the Pasta Magic, which will allow me to cook dinner for myself at school, without actually having to use an oven, which will be a great relief to...well, everyone.

Ugh...I've got a concert in 17 hours...