I'm still recovering from my adventures at Sushi Track last night. I had to grab my food from a moving conveyor belt. I confess I got a bit competitive with the gal acrosss the belt from me and grabbed some plates just because it looked like she wanted them. And honestly, her size 0 frame probably needed the protein more than my size None of Your Darn Business.

But onward and upward. Or downward. Or something. Today, I must gear up for the Fesitval of Strange Norwegian Meats. This afternoon I will meet my sister-in-laws and we will make meatballs and brown sausages while making a lot of inappropriate jokes. We all have our ethnic traditions.

Christmas Eve is the only time I envy vegetarians.

Tell us about your Christmas Eve traditions or anything else that's on your mind on this Wild Card.

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