It's Christmas Eve
Ah, it's that time of year. House is decorated and presents are (mostly) wrapped. Last night we had dinner with the in-laws and then went for our annual drive to see people's lights. That is to say, the rich people's lights (usually at the Country Club of the South), and we mostly point and laugh at the unbelievable over-the-top tackiness of all too many of them. Always remember: money cannot buy good taste.