6th day of Christmas a.m.: the kitchen is clean, the dishwasher’s running, whites are bleaching in the washer, my 2nd viewing of BREAKING BAD resumes w/ the final three eps, starting with “Ozmandias,” kids are outside playing, and the day’s had a pretty good start.

Fifth day of Christmas: everyone slept until 9:30 and after breakfast the boys and I went to the pediatrician for their physicals and then to a playground and laser tag center two counties away so Brian could get some more work done on his book. Came home, ate chili pie, watched “Time Bandits,” reading.

RISK: Plants vs. Zombies is a tremendous board game. It’s almost exactly RISK, but takes less time. Can’t believe I just played it w/ my kids; they’re getting so grown-up!

McGinty was looking for any possible option not to prosecute. It would have come out in the trial how at least one of the officers… the shooter… should *never* have been hired by CPD in the first place. Would’ve supplied a ton of legal testimony to back up any civil cases Samaria Rice is sure to bring. Now she’ll have to move forward without that testimony on the books.

It’s all a fucking shame, how horrible people can be.

When’s McGinty up for re-election? No WAY he’s keeping his job after this.

Third day of Christmas: emptied a bunch of boxes/bags in the basement, bought new-to-me records at Half Price Books for a buck apiece, made green bean casserole and Dominican corn bread, and went to BFF’s house where we enjoyed a delicious homemade turkey dinner and I won our game of Cards Against Humanity.

Cleaned our room, did a bunch of laundry, swept all around and washed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. Kids’ Christmas presents haven’t broken, started teaching them how to play backgammon. Good day.

I had to take four bows after my stand-up routine (with bonus stump-the-band singalong of my family’s song) today at my work holiday party.

Nothing like calling Giant Eagle’s State Liquor Agency to ask how early they open to bring to mind Acts 2:15 (lol, they open at 9 a.m.)

Listening to my hub and youngest son make cookies while singing Rudolph & I can’t ever be sad again.