oh, the indignity

As the ferocious holiday season crawls mewling and puking to a close, I could catalog the myriad indignities I was forced to suffer, such as wearing these antlers, being poked at by children wielding Hot Wheels (tm), or having to eat kibble when perfectly good steak was available. But I won't. Instead, I'll merely say these antlers no longer reside in Chez Ambrose, and that makes it a lovely start to a new year. Happy 2007, Minions!