Suddenly I remember why I hate the holiday season: food.
Think about this -- I am stuck in a quad of fat. My birthday leads into Thanksgiving which leads into Christmas/etc. which leads into New Year's. I believe that at this moment, my fridge contains more food in it in the form of leftovers than it has held in the entire three years I've been here. And it's only going to get worse. My family and friends (damn you all) get this cooking bug lodged up their collective asses and decide to cook 46 metric tons of food to feed eleven people...and then it falls to the people who do NOT reside at the principle establishment where said food is consumed to transport this food back to each respective home.
Cricket loves the food, but please -- don't make my puppy a porker.
...and you people wonder why I prefer to volunteer at someplace like Stewpot for the holidays...I get to GIVE AWAY food, not keep it.