For the holidays everybody would like to spend time with their family. This year we've got a strange arrangement going on. Today, we had West Coast Christmas. This meant our usual Christmas routine. Except for one thing. All the presents were from people on Mom's side of the family. Why? You ask, well you see, tomorrow we're going to Kentucky for the East Coast Christmas.
But we're traveling on Sunday. And the TSA really doesn't appreciate it when you try to take a Bunsen Burner onto the plane to cook dinner. It makes them think you're a terrorist.