CHRISTMAS EVE, 1959

WE ALWAYS GOT GOT GIFTS XMAS MORNING, BUT THIS WAS A MEMORABLE YEAR. THAT IS MY VERY FIRST BICYCLE. AND YES, IT'S A GIRL'S AND SHUT UP. WHO KNEW THAT WE REALLY WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO GET GIFTS? IT WASN'T UNTIL I WAS AN ADULT THAT I LEARNED THE REASON WHY WE GOT OUR GIFTS XMAS MORNING. SEEMS MOM GOT PREGNANT WAY BACK WHEN AND THE FOLKS HAD TO GET MARRIED. THEY WED DECEMBER 24th, BUT THEIR ANNIVERSARY WAS ALWAYS CELEBRATED SEPTEMBER 24th.  SO, IT WAS A CELEBRATION, THEIR SECRET CELEBRATION, BUT ALL WE KNEW WAS IT'S CHRISTMAS. WELL, OUR KIND OF XMAS, THE KIND WITH MENORAHS SCATTERED ABOUT AND STOCKINGS THAT WERE PALE BLUE & WHITE WITH WHITE JEWISH STARS.

OH, THAT PARKING GARAGE? IT HAD A SHORT LIFE. WE ALL DID SOMETHING TO UPSET MUM AND SHE THREW IT DOWN THE CELLAR STAIRS. 

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO SAY IT THAN WITH....

PUPPIES!

TO OUR JEWISH FRIEND AT CHANUKAH

MORON HERE

NOW I'VE GONE AND DONE IT.

I'VE DELETED MY YOUTUBE ACCOUNT AND FROM 

WHAT I CAN SEE, IT'S UNRETRIEVABLE. THIS IS ALL GOOGLE'S FAULT. I DIDN'T WANT TO LINK EVERY FRIGGING THING TO EVERY OTHER FRIGGING THING AND I TRIED TO OUTSMART THEM. 

HA. 

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I just received my November 28, 2011 edition of The New Yorker this afternoon. Today is December 6. This isn't a new thing, but this seems exceptionally late to me. I always thought I should get my magazine before the date on the cover. So, who do I complain to? If I march into my post office and let 'er rip, I'll really be my postman's favorite, right? I just and I mean just renewed by subscription to The New Yorker. 

Today in national news, the post office announced major cuts. 

Did I just piss $39.00 dollars away?