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So I have been busting butt getting things for a party I'm having here tomorrow. It's for family, something that never happens at my house, so I'm a bit stressed about it. Well, I'll be honest, I'm not stressed about that. I'm stressed because it is entirely possible that I've stirred the pot. Stirred the pot all over the place.

The problem is that my personality is wired to be very good at mixing things up. I'm honest, brutally honest. The sort of honesty that hits you between the eyes and gives you a five alarm hangover in seconds flat. Usually I can keep in check. Usually the words are only part of my inner dialog. But not tonight - tonight I said somethings. Things that were perfectly true. Things that people are probably better off knowing. Things that have stirred the pot up around here to the point that there is a residual charge in the air. My hair is half sticking up and I'm afraid to touch the doorknob.

All this on Christmas eve. It's the season of joy, a time of wonder and magic. It's Christmas. It's Hanukkah. It's Quansa. It's festivus. And here I sit, hip deep in pie, scared to touch anything grounded. I would like to hit the big undo button in the sky. I'd like to return these particular Christmas "gifts."

Ok ok. That's a bit over dramatic. It'll all work out fine in the end, and how couldn't it? It's Christmas.

So Merry Christmas everybody. Get off your computer and spend sometime with those that you care for. And do try to keep the honesty till January 2nd.