Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say.
In fact, I'm really happy that we're into the last year of this decade. (Shaddup Greg, I'm referring to public perception not actual reality) In my not-so-humble opinion, there were only 5 good things to come out of this decade: Julie, Joey, Emma, Andy, and YouPorn. That's about it.
This should be a fun NYE. We'll be at Julie's sister's house which is stumbling distance away. My dad is watching the boys, my mom is watching the Princess. I have a case of Schlafly Oktoberfest. I'm off work tomorrow. I'm spending the day hydrating myself. And Greg is Kanadian.
It never fails, though. And I may have mentioned this last year. I always have a very strange feeling on NYE. I can't really put my finger on it to describe it. Kinda a heightened sense of awareness. Also a heightened sense of empathy. It's just strange. Throw a few more drinks on top of that than I really need... Well. Thank God for Julie.
Have I mentioned that 2-year-olds are a pain in the ass?
Julie made some pizzas a few days ago. Instead of putting ham on them she used Kanadian bacon. Joey asked why Kanadians call it bacon. I told him it's because they're so stupid they think ham is bacon. My kids must think Kanadians are the biggest idiots in the world.
2008 suxed. 2009 can't be worse.
OBTW, thank you Manbearpig! I really enjoyed yesterday's weather. Please come back!