My talent? Finding something to complain about.

You know, the thing about NOT going home for the holidays, about NOT having to witness (and be forced participate in) the insanity that is your family--when you spend the holiday weekend with good friends instead, people with whom you do not argue, with whom you share nearly identical political, religious, and social beliefs, who are great cooks, conversationalists, and confidants collectively--well...to be frank? You are robbed of some very necessary familial confrontations and all that delicious post-holiday bitching. Things you've come to rely on, really. For comfort. For catharsis. For therapy, whatever.

So I had a great holiday, and because of which, nothing else to say on the matter.