Second, no egg nog. In fact, no nog, period

I'd just like to say that I get odd pleasure out of the fact I managed to snag one last carton of ADL egg nog at the grocery store yesterday.

Marge: Homer, didn't you get any milk? All I see is egg nog.
Homer: 'Tis the season, Marge! We only get thirty sweet noggy days. Then the government takes it away again.

Take that, secret arbiters of noggy delights!

And yes, I could make it myself, but I'd rather not be reminded what it's actally made of right before I drink it. My mother tells me a story of how the well-meaning but scary nurses at the boarding school she went to used to force-feed her egg nog because they thougth she was too skinny. And they would make it right in front of her, too. Ick.