New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Monday, December 15, 2003

Well the tree is complete and all misc. boxes have been spirited away to the back bedroom (we're not in the mood to lug them up the stairs of death a.ka. the attic ladder/stair thing)...our one major effort was to keep them out of Edgar and Freddie's way once moved. I have discovered, having been home sick today, that Edgar is a feline sundial of sorts. Apparently his sole purpose during the day is to lay in the back bedroom on the floor and strategically move himself to where ever the sunbeams hit. Literally, much like the "human sundial" in the Flamingo Kid. It's rather cute. If you lay down on the floor with him, you'll understand why he does it. It's very warm. So now I am changing the name of the back bedroom officially to, "The Kitty Riviera."

So we moved the tree to closer to the front window and I am laying on the floor with Gilly trying to pull the damn thing and he's shouting, "Watch the balls! Watch the balls!" and I can't get any traction and my legs are windmilling on the floor like a mad Dutchman and well it occurs to me, "This is the good life." We don't want to breath on the tree for fear 8,000 more needles will fall off. Note to self, don't buy a tree the day after a snow storm from a Russian who claims to be a programmer but has never heard of Windows NT. You're guaranteed to get an 8 foot tree which is ready to spontaneously combust. It's really lovely though. Quite the site to behold and it smells like a dream.

I have to go to work tomorrow as I no longer seem to be coughing up a lung.

Okay, this just in...so we aren't allowed to turn on the lights because "it dries the tree out and it's only the 15th and we have 10 days to go." My life. My joke. My love of my life. My husband. :)

It's official there are three people who read this thing according to my ticker. I am one of them. So I think it should be fine to slander whomever I choose. I have to pull out my old print journalism law books and see how far I can push it. Oh, yeah, I sold them years and years ago. I'll have to wing it then.

New sheets on the newly flipped king size bed which is almost to big to flip in the room because it hits the ceiling fan. There goes all hope of that sex swing. It might knock out a tooth or two. I am going to bed sans swing. We'll have to use velvet bungee cords then. G'Night.

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:26 PM