Home Again Home Again Jiggidy Jig

We're back in Atlanta. We made it home about 9 last night. We're both sick as dogs. Mrs Schwartz took over driving, somewhere in Virginia; Good thing, too. I suddenly started throwing up into Zachary's water dish in the back of the Jeep.
We're on antibiotics. I know a guy who knows a guy.

Some high, and low, points:

• Widow Schwartz giving her son-in-law a box of receipts for donations to charities, to be used as tax deductions. (This was his
  Christmas present)
  
• Mrs Schwartz' aunt getting drunk and announcing that she'd also like to get a Kone for Christmas, to "sit on", since she hasn't gotten laid in so long.
• Mrs Schwartz' parents running out in the middle of Christmas breakfast at the middle child's house, because a $2 hamster was dying at the favored child's house.
• Finding out that, after pronouncing the hamster dead, putting it into a zip-loc bag, and taking it for burial, they looked up to see the hamster "walking around" inside the bag.
• Best quote: He [the hamster] looked up at me with his little eyes and chirped. He knew it was his time.
  
• Finding that the bottle of Canadian Whiskey, which has been resurrected every year at the non-drinking inlaws' house, still had the cap seal on it and the seal is stamped with "1979".
• Finding a second bottle in the cupboard.
• My sister totalling her Blazer the day after Xmas. She was unhurt.
• My aunt inviting herself to my sister's for Xmas dinner, and then bringing along her obnoxious friend, whom the family hates.
  
• The undisguised, unapologetic favoritism amongst the inlaws' dealings with both their children and their grandchildren.
• The resultant animosity.

Ahh, the holidays.