It has become apparent that unless I actually leave the country from November through Mid-January, I have no control over what I do throughout the holidays.  Well, suck it, family — you can make me celebrate the same holiday eight times over in one week but you can’t take away my annual “How I Met Your Mother” marathons.

It started four years ago when I lived in Northside.  I watched the first season and guffawed into my bowl of mac and cheese while whatever food I brought to Thanksgiving was cooking in the kitchen in anticipation of not being eaten by anyone.  Now I have season 4 to put me into what holiday spirit I can scrape together.  Although the packaging, title menu, and music are horrible.  And there are typos in the synopses.  I think I accidentally bought this DVD at an Indian food festival in Chester.