It was partly to talk improv, mostly to eat cheese you can squeeze from a can. My mom used to buy this cheese whenever we went on car trips to Utah. Try as I might, I could not find Chicken in a Biscuit crackers. The squeeze cheese is still good (it's cheese from a can, what's not to like), but maybe not as good without them.
We took a day trip to Brant's in Pennsylvania, and he commented that there's something really wonderful about being in a room full of people who really know you.
Oh, which brings us to this. It started as a joke, with just an oatmeal cookie and squeeze cheese, then Andy said, Oh, we can do better than that. Then it became this: Count Chocula, squeeze cheese, oatmeal chip-a-hoy, guacamole, sugar cookie. JD ate the whole thing. He said it was alright, the different flavors went to different parts of his tongue. He seemed to chew it for a really long time, and he must have gotten the marshmallow from the Count Chocula last, because he said that was the gross part.
Andy's reading David Copperfield here. I mean, he's not really reading it, and I'd make a joke about it, but just after this photo was taken Shiloh, Andy, and I drifted back into the living room and had a enthusiastic discussion about Wuthering Heights, so, a joke about Andy's illiteracy seems somehow unseemly.
I think this will be our last party of the Christmas season. Unless you count our party to see Tron next weekend. Or my parents Chanukah party. If you count those, I guess we're not done.