Dear Diary: I Can't Believe I Ate The Tinsel
(Ed. I was going to publish another anti-community, anti-kid article but when I looked up and saw the image of Christ in the dust covering the ceiling fan blade.....well.....WWKD?
The holidays are nearly over. Or, depending how you look at them, just beginning. I used to dislike New Years quite a bit. Too pretentious, too "Las Vegasy", (which for those readers who haven't had the opportunity to see Tucsonans act "Vegasy", well....you really are lucky. )
My New Years activity has been the same for the last few years now. Each year I look forward to it more and more. I make practical resolutions: leave Tucson, go horseback riding, hope for a raise, play as many games as possible, eat lots of fried and fatty foods, check out Sugarhill, learn lots of anatomy, have fun dissecting, be a good friend (which, is much easier now that the list has narrowed itself down considerably, and most importantly, remember to love and value the wife every day.
Yes, Jeri and Dr. Brooks would both say "Um....that's fine, but what about your medicine?"
Kerry would say "Sugarhill's fine, but what about the burro?"
New Year's is the only holiday that Jeri and I have any traditions yet. Those are:
- Game and craft independently
- Game together
- Eat like Christ is coming in the morning
- Drink champagne and dance, dance, dance
