I went to a party last night, it was Ben's annual birthday party. It was held in an art gallery that had a theater with a movie screen; we watched Ghostbusters. It was so much fun. If you'd like to see how the new camera worked or give yourself a reason to feel jealous of the ol' Rynnster, go here to see pictures. Ben's Party

I got this today (well. yesterday, really but shut up!) from my good friend, eva8 in an email which had the subject: Something I Have to Get Out of My Head

Bird feet really freak me out.
First of all, how can those little birds sit out in the snow and ice with those skinny and utterly naked feet. Can you imagine how cold they must be? Sometimes I wish I could make some tiny little bird boots and toss them into the yard so the birds will wear them to stay warm. I doubt they would put them on though.
Also, the birds that come to my feeder seem to be getting fatter all the time. Do you suppose that one of them might get heavy enough for his little stick legs to just snap under the weight?

Do you see why she has been my friend for over 20 years?

LOL

This is from Neil Gaiman's site, I think that it is the perfect holiday story:

Spent much of this afternoon playing with a small child and her nativity set. Present at the Virgin Birth, I learned, in addition to a mummy a daddy and a baby, were some cattle, three wise men (one of whom was, I was confidently informed, carrying chicken salad back from the shops), a one-eyed polystyrene snowman, and Cruella DeVille.

I had not known this previously.