Just ran by the old Building and Loan and wished it a sucky Christmas. It felt good!
Every time you check your FaceBook page, an angel gets his wings… ripped off horribly and painfully.
Nogging and logging–an annual Christmas tradition at our house. Don’t ask.
Things My Sister’s Boyfriend Taught Me—Christmas Edition: How to make infused whiskey (Crown Royal Jack Daniels + cinnamon sticks + orange zest + raisins + three weeks time = delicious). Have reconsidered my position on Manhattans. (Edit–My sister’s boyfriend recommends Jack Daniels for his version of infused whiskey, and who am I to argue with genius? Perhaps I was confused by the fact that this elixir was presented to me in the more attractive Crown Royal bottle. My apologies for the error. CR needs no enhancement. OR SO I HAVE BEEN TOLD.)
Looking for that last-minute gift of AWESOME? Buy YOURSELF a copy of Sarah Palin’s book of lies: Going Rogue. If you HATE yourself.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in exactly the same proportion as certain U.S. legislators tried to deny us a fair health care bill. Which is VERY MERRY indeed.
Was in Barnes and Noble’s day after Christmas spending my gift card. Bought a calendar and turned all copies of Sarah Palin’s word salad book backwards on the shelves. Immature? Maybe. Satisfying? Definitely.
Weirdest Christmas gift: glass turkey baster. So necessary at least once a year.
New Year’s Resolution: Sending out a newsletter with my Christmas cards next year and only putting in sad, depressing stuff.
New Year’s Resolution #2: To begin a rigorous diet and exercise regimen but not in years ending with a zero.
Resolution #3: Write a real post. Or possibly subscribe to Twitter.