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Upstairs Welcome, 2007! This year, as an initial matter, I am forgiving myself for all entries and actions made or taken prior to January of 2003. After all, anything you did more than five years ago just cannot count. I am staggered that this diary is in its seventh year and again, as always, offer deep thanks to diarylandrew and the gang for your continued collective presence. Y'all have saved me so, so, so very much in therapy bills. Even if this diary probably does mean that I'll be completely ineligible for the federal judiciary. Ever. Completely. Let's see . . . my first well-intentioned act of the year was eschewing sugar in my morning beverage with a vague idea of exploring the South Beach diet. A'course, I did not knoww at the time that milk was disallowed. So it appears I blew my diet within the first eight hours of the new year. Good, that's over with! My first domestic act of the new year was wiping up puddles of dog urine. Romantic, eh? It's gotta be uphill from here. We have a houseguest - the gent who introduced me to Mercury, in fact - who comes complete with an old blind rickety poodle. I like dogs and I don't dislike the poodle. But the poodle let 'er rip on the floor last night, which is not a big deal, but then our Fierce Beast, apparently not to be out-done, left me two puddles to find this morning as soon as I put in my contacts. Bad Fierce Beast! She knows better. And she knows she knows better. She is coiled in the couch right now in a smug little ball of dog, cheekily glaring at me as I go to and fro. o o O I'll teach THEM to allow another dog into the house. Yeah, can't wait to have kids - should be a riot. We spent last night with friends, chilling in their apartment and eating some delicious hummus, kabobs, cannoli, champagne, and Yingling. We all agreed that we were now officially too old and boring to go out for New Year's. Merc and I left about 11:25 so we could be home to ring in the new year together. He gave me a little resistance but not too much. Como siempre, no resolutions this year, or any year. Self-improvement should not have to wait for a calendar anniversary. I asked Merc the other day, "Do you make resolutions?" "Every day," he sighed dramatically. Mercury makes me laugh. And that's a good thought for starting a new year. |
8:06 a.m. - 01-01-07
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