wait, was that it?

It's all over! And I'm late, but cannot help being busy, lazy, incompetent at all this new fancy technology which requires you to take your gloves off if you wish to use it, and then infuriates you.
So, yes, hope your festivities involved ingesting some mushroom-infused reindeer urine, for baby Jesus' birthday, of course. I marked it this way, before the picture nearly scrubbed off:

As a bonus, here's some very poor mediocrity. The Daily Baby Tapir Report Board is up in my lounge (and it's tremendously risque...), while January looks disturbing. But thank you, Mum, for the lovely calendar I can decorate with my own filth.

 (Yes, too challenged to rotate this)

And there is a cloakroom I'd be happy to work at.