Bless those who've sickened below, bless us who've chosen so

Earth dogs and metal merchants, listen up. Christmas is over, and we are glad. Not to be all bah humbug on shit, but too much insanity to end an epic shitstorm like 2005. Train rides, shopping, more shopping, Xmas parties, thump. Still, Xmas with the Moms was nice. Sitting around reading books about the Revolutionary War until the midnight hour. We would wake up late at night and give Ellie the German Shepard (and ourselves) little snacks. Ellie loves her cheddar cheese, sure. And potato chips. But especially she likes crunchy veggies like celery and carrots. We think she is weird, but we delight in giving her what she wants. She is that kind of dog.

Did you know Mom #1 makes the best Prime Rib in the world? It's true. This was also the last Xmas we will ever spend in the NW burbs. Hmm. The parents will be living in Kentucky year-round by then, and off we will go for holidays into the woods. Won't that be interesting?

Last night we were proud to note that the Chicago Bears are in the playoffs after creaming the Green Bay Packers. Mom #1 is stoked. We super do not care about football around OGFP anymore, but there was a time....Anyway, we are glad for civic pride, etc.

What are you doing on New Years Eve? Our associate over at TinyLuckyGenius aka Jessica the Good is playing records at the Bottle with the Juan MacLean. We think NYE 2005/6 is going to be a special night. Off the charts. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Something like that. Keep your fingers crossed, and come by the Bottle for the traditional toast of champagne and Mickey's.




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