Barely.
They didn't recognize me as a heretic because Dilf's aunt attracted their suspicions by loudly announcing that she believed conservatives have been gradually peeling off her "More Trees, Less Bush" bumper sticker.
I didn't hang around to see if they burned her as a witch; I was grandma's chauffer, and thus got to leave early. God bless grandma!
I do have one question: what kind of sick individuals wait until after all the presents are opened to eat, and then don't even have cake. No CAKE, people. That should tell you something right there.
