A few of my Favorite, and not so Favorite, Things

You know that lovey Christmas jiggle concerning some poor sap being stung by bees and then envisioning sugarplums and tinsel to bring him out of anaphylactic shock.  That may not be exactly what the song is about but bee stings are no laughing matter.  I am also several cups of coffee over my normal limit, and my mind is slightly scattered.  Perhaps this Clog should be dedicated to properly treating bee stings.  Nah, I think I will just tell you about something I like, and something that I truly dislike.  It is all in the spirit of the holidays.

I do not hate alarms, but actually hold a strong affinity for these chippy enforcers of punctuality.  Without the alarm, I would have been fired many years ago.  However, I absolutely hate the feeling of falling asleep (whatever the reason might be) less than an hour before said alarm begins to chime.  It is cruel beyond words.   

On a lighter note, I totally adore mailmen/women.  During the holidays they bust their asses twice as hard.  Show them a little love and they will reciprocate the gesture.  This is no hard task if the person delivering your packages happens to be James Delreal.  Keep decking your freaking halls!