For The Holidays, You Can’t Beat Home, Sweet Home.

Any tree can be a Christmas tree if you yell at your family around it.

And what better place for some dysfunctional rage than New York. I’m headed there tomorrow to spend two weeks at my mom’s.

In between the traditional stuffing of my face and freezing my ass off, I’ll be blogging, so log on for some goodness while I’m there.

Everyone behave while I’m gone. I’ll scream hello to my mom for you.