Of course, that's probably in part because down the newly re-lighted block is a house with the most charming Christmas lights and a little creche with baby Jesus being watched over by ... two figures of Joseph, in pink robes, as Jesus' gay baby daddies. Oh, and there's also a lamb-figure lying next to them. I want to knock on the door of that house and thank them for being so awesome, but am trying to restrain myself to hopefully catching someone either going into or walking out of the house so I can complement them on their awesome decorating skills and adorableness.
House then is back to normal, and now all I have to do is a week of writing. Oh, end of the semester, how I love you. My munchkins take their final at 8 am on Monday next week (oh joy, I get to be there early, even) so I expect absolute diamond brilliance from all of them!
also, this just in, this is why Alan Moore is way cooler than Frank Miller any day
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