New Year's Eve.
A time for reflection and analysis and ones place in live and the universe.
That's all an introvert like me needs--More introspection and analysis, yessireee...
Gossamer has been depressed lately over our disasterous holiday and missing her family. I have been trying to cheer her up, but it is frustrating at times. Daughter has been pretty happy considering everything. We've just spent alot of time hanging out at the house the past week.
We were invited to a friend's house today to play games, but they have a siamese cat. I am VERY allergic to cats, and I am convinced that Siamese cats were specifically bred to torture political prisoners that have cat allergies. www.siamesetorturecats.com Bad kitties. The usual course of events when I go to a cathouse (no pun intended---ok..so it was intended..big deal) is I take an allergy pill before I enter, I'm ok for an hour or so, then my eyes itch and burn and my nose start running whilst everyone else is enjoying the company. It sucks.
So, we will be watching Dick Clark embarrass himself on New Year's Rockin' eve--I know he's an icon, but c'mon...-- and I'll drink 3 overpriced microbrewed beers and pass out at 12:01:36sec. Yea!!
It is nice I will have tomorrow off. Work sucks, but that story is for another day my 3 readers!!