It’s a new year.  Big frippin’ deal.  My garage door, attic stairs and 2nd fridge welcomed me to the new year the same way my cars welcomed me to December - by breaking.  (Anne has since fixed the garage door.  She’s my hero.  [Really, she is.])  At work I can at least look forward to a raise in...oh wait, no raises this year.  That’s right.  No raise, no bonus and my options for the last ten years are under water.  Ah yes.  Wonderful.  

 

Well, it’s just 11 more months before I get to put up my Christmas decorations!  And with the economy in the toilet, looks like I won’t be traveling much....which means I’ll be at home more and get to spend more time with my wife -- which is great for me, but we all know it’s only a matter of time before she gets sick of me and leaves me....and then where will I be?  

 

But until that happens, I can occupy my time with physical therapy (starts tomorrow), playing Catan (thanks Steve and Jimmy) and teaching Dave to play SWCCG.  Come on Mike and Regan, you got one more tourney in you!  See, things aren’t so bad after all.

 

Anne and I are finally trying to start a regular game night.  So far, the only one who has accepted our invitation is, well, Anne.  Which is good because it would be really insulting if she didn’t want to be a part of it.  I know she is humoring me by even throwing the game night in the first place, but I think she takes comfort in knowing that no one else will likely accept the invitation because EVERYONE IS TOO SCARED TO PLAY ME!  That’s right!  Cowards.  I will defeat you at any game in my wide arsenal. Blokus.  Taboo.  CityScape.  Even Scattegories.  That’s right.  I said it -- Scattegories!  The game that gives you just two minutes to think of an animal that begins with the letter P that no one else will think of.  Sure, it’s easy now - but not when the sand is loudly washing away your time and you spend the last 90 seconds looking around the room as if there will be a picture of an P-named animal hanging on the wall somewhere!  It’s...so...frustrating!  

 

Hey, any new readers to the blog?  I sent out the website address on our extremely-adorable Christmas cards so I thought there might be some new people reading -- but there doesn’t seem to be.  Anyone out there?  This thing on??  

 

Wow - the automatic hot chocolate machine that Anne gave me (I love my wife!) just kicked on and scared the heck out of me.  It’s got to periodically mix the hot chocolate and keep the temperature up, but really it just scares me - then soothes me with it’s warm chocolatey goodness.  

 

I’m totally rambling.  Can you tell Anne is not home tonight?  Just me and Dr. Horrible.    

 

Talk to me!  Where are my detonators!!  (Oh wait, that’s Hans Gruber.)

 

Yippee Kayee!