Happy Holidays to all, and to all an impeachment.

As promised, I bring news from last weekend's holiday party. Turns out my house isn't too small! Especially when a blizzard keeps most of your guests away.

The party started off with a bang as Erica and Seth read Sam some bedtime stories.

Here is Joey enjoying some salmon. Is it just me, or does he look a little menacing here? "Take the damn picture, Gen, and let me eat my fancy fish!"


Here we have Bill Fortune, board member extraordinairre and Andrew Reuland, supporter of ICT extraordinairre. And don't forget to notice Craig's and my teeny tiny Christmas tree featured in the background.

One of our newest company members, Rachel Sypniewski and her fiance Robb. Robb made some peanut brittle for us. I was totally channeling Back to the Future -- except it was really, really good peanut brittle.

Stephen, Sarah, Joey and Majel gather around the food. Or perhaps it was the wine. Or perhaps it was the winegaritas. (Take one margarita bucket. Follow directions on bucket -- except when it says add tequila, add wine instead. Voila. Winegarita.)
I know what you're saying now. How could this party be any more wild and crazy? Peanut brittle? Winegaritas? Geez Louise, is this even appropriate for the Weekly Digest? Well, here's where the real party started, folks. A big argument broke out whether Clinton was actually ever impeached. Remke saved the day by referencing everyone's favorite news source.

But then things got really heated when we discussed what did and did not belong in a refrigerator. Peanut butter is a definite no, and Joey should tell his mom that by my posting it on this blog it is now officially wrong of her to keep her peanut butter in there. It seems that syrup in the fridge is also a no. I am still unconvinced, as you can see.

And unfortunately, when I tried to take a picture of Diane answering her fill-in-the-blank titles on Scene It in her freakishly fast way, my camera simply exploded. Alas.

All the best in the New Year.
Genevieve