Happy New Year! I have a new diary, by the way. Twisted Spinster has retired to raise cockatoos and finches in her mountain lair.
Edit update: and I apparently have already forgotten how to write html.
And my Christmas morning continues -- of course, it started after the polls closed on Election Day...
Thanks, Charles! And to you I wish one of each of the good things you're wishing.
And thank you for the great blog!
Wishing you a wonderful 2005
I'll take that*, final table or not. As long as it's a well-heeled table.
Happy New Years to yall, too, chief. May you continue to find fewer and fewer reasons to bother with this blog, no matter how much we miss you. I envy your restraint.
* Happened TWICE last week at the lawyerly home game, BTW...wasn't in either hand, thank heavens.
If I could be so bold as to wish something for both us, it would be a return to the glory days for the Monsters of the Midway, the team that Halas built, our beloved Chicago Bears. Since that ain't gonna happen anytime soon, guess you can cheer for the Rams to pull a Carolina and sneak into the Superbowl.
Patience? Where's the payoff in that?
Can I have the cash equivalent instead? ;^)
That takes care of the hard part. Now I just have to raise a few billion bucks. I guess I'll have to put in a tip jar.