Day three of Hannukah and T-minus two days before Christmas, and, surprisingly, all is relatively calm and in order. The kids and Katrina are taken care of and I'm fairly certain I won't be receiving anything which isn't a bother because the things I really would like aren't for sale or cost way too much. Besides it's all about Zooey and Oliver... or at least that's what I keep reminding myself. Be that as it may, I scribbled/painted/smudged this wee-ditty together as a gift for someone, probably my wife. I think she would prefer I possessed skills not unlike Monet or at the very least shared his scenic sensibility. Instead she gets this. Poor thing.