Pickles & Dimes

Ah, TV dinners. I never really liked TV dinners, mainly because as a kid I didn’t understand how the meat, vegetable AND dessert all cooked together at the same temperature. Ick. Especially if the dessert was pudding – who likes cooked pudding?

Seriously, who?

And don’t even get me started on how the finished product never looks like the box photo.

This masthead was inspired by our Wii game. As it turns out, my Wii aim for the shooting gallery game is just as bad as my real aim.

I’m especially excited for this month, despite the fact that a lot of the time 2009 felt like a real-life shooting gallery, and Fate’s aim was a lot more accurate. But technically, the Crappiness of 2009 didn’t start until February 12th. So let’s say this whole Bad Luck Year wasn’t a year, like 2010, but a year, as in 365 days. That means we only have 11 more days left of Crap, which I am making sure to deliver, such as when I failed to notice our digital camera falling out of my grasp into the parking lot this past weekend at TwinsFest. Ho, ho – what a delightful five hours that was, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of losing our camera and all the photos we hadn’t downloaded yet. Luckily, we live in a state where people find a digital camera, don’t automatically think, “Score!” but rather, turn the camera into the parking lot attendant and leave a note on our windshield. God bless Minnesota.

Anyway, it just so happens that February 12th is when Jason and I take our annual trip to play roulette in Wisconsin. So all I’m saying is that it would be nice for the End of the Crappy Year to segue into The Awesome Year by having me win a million dollars. That’s how it works, right?

This kind of reminds me of last month’s masthead, but that’s OK. It’s not like it snows here for just one month or anything.

It’s cold here, like REAL COLD, the kind of cold where only my eyes are visible when I go outside all bundled up and every body part is warm and toasty, except for my eyeballs and if I keep my eyes open long enough they feel funny, in a freezy kind of way.

Anyway, I kind of expected 2009 to drop some kind of crappy bombshell at the last minute, so I’m really glad it’s 2010 and I can’t wait to make some better mastheads.

And wear two pairs of socks while my husband is lounging around in a t-shirt and shorts.

Happy 2010, everybody!

I think you all know my feelings about 2009 (I would love to take a flamethrower to it), but what about you guys? 2009: Yay or Nay?