Dec. 23, 200?: Hang out at Mouser's

For the last few years (i.e., this year and last year and ... maybe the year before) the tradition has been to hang out at Mouser's and play video games. Generally, attendance consists of myself and Mouser and Mike, who vanishes a few days later only to be seen right before Dec. 23^rd again.

This year was no different. As a bonus, Layla came with.

I won't talk in depth because she and Mouser have pretty much covered the event. I will, however, post some cuteness—specifically, Mouser's cat Flatulon. That cat lays the richest farts I've smelled in a long time.

I can smell him from here.

Oh, that's me. Nevermind.