My family and I went to a Christmas party last night. Very game-oriented. When we walked in, they put nametags on our backs, and we had to guess who we were. My sister was Big Bird. My mom was Martha Stewart. My dad was Lance Armstrong.

Person: You're too short.
Me: Shaquille O'Neil?
Person: No, your person is too short. You're too tall for him.
Me: Frodo Baggins?

And I was right. Go me. One clue!

Next, we played Disney edition Monopoly, where I flailed endlessly over mentions of Snow White (curse you, Neil Gaiman!). We left right before Charades started up, which was disappointing, but as I had "work" to do (namely, this layout) and my sister had to pack, it was worthwhile.

And that's my story. Talk amongst yourselves.