Author: The Jody

Another day back to work after a Thursday holiday. I don’t like it, not one bit. I’m supposed to restart my brain [“Atomic batteries to power; turbines to speed”] only to shut it down again for the weekend? That seems a waste of valuable natural resources, no?

Junior has some nose-thoat thing going on I pray it isn’t strep (or isn’t headed that way).

Oh, and it’s snowing.

I am entering the birthday zone. I have, no lie, 9 birthdays between Jan 6 and Feb 7, including Junior’s, mine, Mr. Dump’s and both my step-kids. That doesn’t count the two parties Junior was invited to.

Can you feel my excitement?

Gotcher snackfoods? How about a little something to drink?

This year, instead of staying home and drinking 5 bottles of champagne by myself (okay, I was just testing a little from each, remember?) I’m going to a party at my sister’s neighbor’s house. I’m somebody!

If you’re going to drink, don’t drive. Just don’t. Don’t be stupid, either. Okay? Okay!

I don’t “do” New Year’s Resolutions, so I’ll throw a bone to all you A-types and tell you my Old Year’s Resolution. That’s the one I keep from now until January 1st. I resolve to cut down on my parenthetical comments. Starting now.