And you thought Christmas around here was an experience.

I was sent to a 24 hour grocery store near midnight to buy five more pounds of flour.

I woke up the the digital cable TV Classic R&B station blasting from the living room. Which is right below my bedroom.

I came downstairs and there were five dozen eggs on the kitchen table.

And nine pounds of cured sliced pork products.

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At least my parents have good taste in music. Or this day could be much, much worse.