Merry Day After Christmas

Christmas
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There is my little cousin, E.L. Kiddo, on his new Christmas tractor, the joy of his little tractor-loving heart. The tractor was useful on Christmas day for transporting wood for the fire and for taking toys for a ride around the living room.

E.L.'s taken, with a two-year-old's devotion, to answering yes to every question posed to him, no matter how absurd. On Christmas, he agreed that Santa (and not his Nana and Tata) had brought him the tractor. He also agreed that Santa had brought him an elephant. When pressed, he admitted that Santa was keeping the elephant for a little while longer.

E.L. also received a slew of art supplies including lots and lots of paper that will hopefully lure him away from using his preferred canvas, the upholstery on his Nana's couch and loveseat.

The other child in the family, The Newbie, is too young to really appreciate the excesses of Christmas so she mostly received clothing and other little necessary things. Next year I expect, as the only great-grandchild in the bunch, that she'll be buried under an avalanche of toys and such.

The Day After

I was prevented from the usual amount of overeating at Christmas by a fortunate stomach ailment. (I have largely recovered, thanks, and I will spare you any further details--though stage two was particularly colorful.) Still, I did go to the gym yesterday morning with Kelly First and Kevin. (And there I ran into Lu and Chris, who were working off their own holiday excesses. So, hey, my sistah gym rats!)

I managed, even with a twinge-y stomach, to do about 40 minutes of cardio, about 25 minutes on the treadmill and about 15 minutes on a stationary bike. I was only driven off the stationary bike by the sight of some schlub who interrupted his workout on one of the elliptical trainers to strip down in front of God and everybody to a skintight blue t-shirt and a pair of frighteningly circulation-limiting, Gay-Spiderman-ish tight short shorts. And here, let me just say: Come ON, dude. It's not like you have a bad physique at all, but if your workout clothes are so tight that I am certain that you are circumcised, YOU NEED NEW WORKOUT CLOTHES. Thank you.

And a Merry Day After Christmas to you, too.