Good morning. Actually have no idea what time it is for you, but for me it is 6.22 a.m. on a Tuesday.

So real quick about Tuesday, I was at a neighborhood cookie, wine exchange, Christmas, extra

vegans at thing last night, and one of them told me that she were talking about like baby

names because a few of them are pregnant. And this one person that they know named,

hope she's not listening, named their kid Tuesday, but instead of D-A-Y, it was D-E-E, so

it's like T-E-S-D. Hey, my name's T-E-S-D, and I just feel really bad for that person.

So hope that they're not listening. I like the name, not really. I hate it. But anyway, happy

holidays. I have also realized that I use the term happy holidays throughout the

entire year for like awkward situations that, you know, you can be in. Like, for example,

you're at a store. Man, your card's been declined. Oh, happy holidays. You know, hey, I no

longer see a future with you. Happy holidays. Someone cuts you up and draft in traffic.

Happy holidays. You know, it's just, it's a great term to use, and I think we should use

it more often. I also was thinking that it would be nice if I did this on YouTube.

I never would because of the clothing choices that I wear when I record these podcasts.

But if I did it on YouTube, then you could see when I'm like pausing to take a sip of

alcohol or to, you know, put my hand over the mic and yell at Henry for chewing on the

coffee table. Like, it would, it would be easier and it would make more sense why I pause

here and there. I was asking my friends for like feedback on the podcast. They're like,

one, it sounds like you're screaming. I'm like, have you met me? Like, are you listening

to this FaceTime that we're on? Like, I'm always screaming. And to, I was like, can

you hear the pauses? Because sometimes I hit pause when like, Paul, my mailman comes

to the door and Henry acts like a, a tech dog race. He's a lizard outside and goes nuts

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