ventured forth to the great frozen wastelands of my youth for the winter hols and some festive drinking and debasement in the snow. good times. however, while there I put in some quality mom-hugging time and let me tell you, few things make a kid feel as good as hugs from a parent who loves you and supports you in all things.

especially one who makes you cake, and asks about your wacky Canadian friends. if you don’t love that shit, I don’t think I want to know you.