Pickles & Dimes

On more than one occasion today, I have found myself making involuntary noises. Groans that I do not consciously intend to communicate to the outside world. I don’t know if it’s my body screaming for me to exercise, or my lungs trying to communicate the fact that Flu + Asthma = We’re Dying Here, but it’s embarrassing. And weird.

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I am in a ridiculously good mood today. 2006 is almost done, and while it wasn’t a terrible year by any stretch of the imagination (in fact, it was a very, very good year all things considered, so don’t think I am being ungrateful here), there were a lot of little trials and tribulations and stressful annoyances that put a strain on everyday life sometimes for Jason and I and well, don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya, 2006. I’m not sorry to see you go, is all I’m saying.

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After turning down about five offers to do something on New Year’s Eve, we are staying home. And I am so glad. I’m excited to just kick back, make some BBQ ribs and cornbread muffins, and attempt an Epic Comeback® in cribbage, since I am down by 20 games in this year’s tournament.

Right now would be a good time for one of those groans.