A merry pretzel Christmas

Well, if stealing my neighbor's bandwidth doesn't work -- and I can't afford my own Internet access -- our mall has free wi-fi in the food court. We can surf while eating our Auntie Anne treat.

And it works out because Amy and I have agreed that this mall display will be our Christmas tree. We have agreed we would be daft to buy a tree for our apartment three days before we leave for the rest of the year. Getting that dead pine smell out of the carpet can be hell.