I partially killed my Christmas goose last night. Wasn't sure what else to do with myself when Adam and Nikki suddenly appeared at the house just before 11pm. Found myself with a lot of excess excitement and energy to deal with, also with the need to present them with my customary welcome offering gift. The goose was an excellent choice as offering gift, and, conveniently, since I never actually give the gift to the person, I held onto him and chewed the hell out of him after everyone was settled. Lesli woke up to the sound of my chewing and tearing the goose and got out of bed to make sure I wasn't enjoying a pair of workout pants, underwear or some other assorted contraband. Her lack of trust is appalling.