Alane has accused me of being like Uncle Vinny. That's because this year she's hanging the lights on the tree -- while I sit here at the computer and give... advice.

Guido and I got the tree last night at Stew Leonard's. While there we also stocked up on liquid refreshments... like port, cognac, and vermouth.

The cognac we started last night. Instant heartburn (just like I remember it). The vermouth is for next week's Second Annual Pork and Vermouth Christmas Lighting. This time, we'll try to not go so blind as to burn the sausages... like we did last year.

Since last night the boys have been insane with desire to put ornaments on this tree, enough so to get Alane hanging lights on it this morning as prep. Of course, last year's lights were not up to the task. So she had to go out and get more. That set was still not enough (and I was the one who had to break that news to her; it was at that point that she accused me of the Vinny-ness).

Anyway, after the second trip to the lights store, the tree is looking good and the boys are starting to hang balls. And I'm being commanded to make a pot of coffee.

So off I go, muttering to myself "Who sounds like Vinny now?"