| I fucking hate Christmas. |
| Bah fucking Humbug. Fucking Christmas. National Guilt-A-Thon. Ought to be called National Coming Out Day, and thank God neurotic latents get a chance to come clean, screaming "I'm GAY!" at the fond family gatherings. I'm way too jaded for all this drama. Can you tell the holidays put me in a MOOD? Thanksgiving was interesting and congenial on Mercer Island, Christmas was Christmas. We got a bit of snow in January; Mel spent New Years in Granite Falls, courtesy of Char and Pat, and almost got too snowed in. Came home to Everett and got a snowstorm down here by the water three days later. Got out and played in the snow a bit myself, and enjoyed watching people on T.V. skiing down the Queen Anne counterbalance. What a nice time right after a crappy laid-off holidays. But Spring is just around to corner.... |