Shit That's Bugging Me: Holiday Edition

• The way my mom looks woefully at my plate and sighs every mealtime (being a Jewish mother, she's convinced I don't eat enough)
• The way everyone in my family insists on keeping the house ten degrees cooler than my comfort zone (I'm a tropical creature) 
• The way my devoutly religious sister calls me to inquire about whether or not I've accepted god yet (I ask if she's accepted science yet)

• The way I forgot my socks (see above complaint about temperature)
• The way I'm getting set up with various single sons of parents' friends (siiiiigh) 
• The way I resolve to accomplish weighty intellectual work, but end up watching three hours of Battlestar Galactica while eating barbecue potato chips on the couch (in my defense there was a blanket on the couch, it was the only place to keep warm) 

But--I do love Christmastime.