The cold, the snow, the shoveling, my aching back- oh, wait, that's dad bitching, not me.
It's 73 degrees right now, at 5:23 in the morning, and I'm loving it. Of course, it's supposed to rain later on, but that's okay.
This will be, let me see... somewhere between my twentieth and twenty-second Christmas on this planet. I don't remember exactly because dad doesn't remember exactly.
Once again, we're keeping it pretty low key. We're going to be spending this Christmas watching old movies, enjoying a few beers, maybe going out for lunch. Simply enjoying each other's company, the three of us.
Imagine soft music playing, maybe get a snack or go pee...
Sorry, I had to yak. It takes two of us- one to yak (me) and one to clean up the warm mess (dad).
Anyway, I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year, and I hope 2014 is good to you. Here's to adding another year to what has been a long, spoiled, luxurious life of leisure (dad just had to put that in there).
See you all next year!