Full of Christmas Restraint (edited for the kids...quite frankly, here at the Cheese, we will do anything for the kids.)

Hola my wonderfully patient and kindhearted quesolitos. The Cheese has finally returned from treks and travels abroad to lands as exotic and wild as Indiana and Delaware. Well, of course, i was busy, but I suppose I have used that excuse too often to have it work now. Anyway, I hope you all are enjoying the last picked over morsels of Christmas shopping. I hope you are enjoying the last few old lady middle fingers from Christmas traffic. I hope that you all are enjoying the last few cursings out from the holiday crowds. It's these things that let me realize that Christmas or not, the whole world is going to hell. Happy thoughts.

Anyway...

So the most incredible woman in the world and I were watching a little of the old idiot box to decompress from having ventured out mistakenly into the mall area. And we were shocked to find out that the most persistant and gnawing question for apparently over 30 million or so viewers of television is whether or not "celebrities"--mostly B to D list celebrities--can dance. Now, I have ranted about reality TV before, but this can't e real, can it? Tell me, dear quesolitos that none of you have ever watched the dancing with celebrities show!

I hate to be the one who has to ask this question, but who the heck cares if Jerry Rice can do the tango? He's the greatest receiver of all time! He can dance the funky chicken for all I care and still be good enough. Besides, since when did dancing become the requisite for the cool squad. Granted bad dancers can be known for their bad dancing and therefore be uncool, but this cannot be the make or beak item on the must-have list for cool people. I thought that item was a great pair of shades.

Speaking of...on my flight home a coupla nights ago, there was a guy, on the plane...in the dark...at night...who wasn't blind...wearing his shades! This was the absolutely most ridiculous thing I had seen in a while. I mean, c'mon man, look around. Even Roy Orbison had taken his shades off, and I thought he was blind for a long time.

Well, happy HannaKwanzMas from our home to yours.