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Happy Festivus, Everyone!
If you are not a Seinfeld fan, well...I'm sorry for your loss. You can go here to gain a full understanding of the beauty of this holday for the "rest of us".

Appropriately, Aaron served up bagels this morning.
And even more appropriately, the children protested.

And now the Airing of Grievances:

Dear Lawrence Blood,
I hate the cold sores. They are gross, unsightly, and even though they erupt on my bottom lip every single month, like a perfectly timed geyeser, I still have someone ask me if I got punched in the face at least once every four Sundays.

Let's find out who brought this awful curse upon our family and burn his or her name from the records of our family history books.

Cracked Lipped Monthy and Bitter About It,
Meg

Enjoy the made up holiday!
May your day be filled with Feats of Strength and your metal pole be extra tinsely. And remember,
"Festivus isn't over until you pin me, George"