Thursday, December 25, 2008

Bombing on Christmas Morning


Go figure.
This picture is of our porch. That is a car, buried under 3 or more feet of snow.
Most importantly, I woke up to David Sedaris reading the "Santaland Diaries" on NPR. (http://www.npr.org/templates/player/mediaPlayer.html?action=1&t=1&islist=false&id=98669879&m=98706010) Good stuff. I instantly called my friend Spoony, stuck in Florida golfing right now, as he was the one who introduced it to me many years ago.
A strange Christmas message. Spoony has lost his job too. He was always the one most stable, with the same job for maybe, 10 years, and managed to make it through the Dot Bomb time, in the early part of this century.
Most of all, Snowy was able to experience a first of the morning denial of his Christmas pee. It was just too deep out there.
Here he is with a full bladder, and he remains so right now, laying on the floor here.
Oh well,
Merry Christmas.





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