Before the Civee and I pack up to go to Cincinnati for the second time in two days (but this time we’re staying for more than a few hours), I’d just like to wish everyone out there a Merry Christmas.
Whether you’re a friend of the King, or here looking for pictures of Gob riding a segway, Graeme Lloyd, my foot in a cast, Tito Santana, or Jean Smart’s cleavage, I hope you all get what you want. (If you’re in the picture group, you’re in luck. Except for you Jean Smart people. I can’t help you.)
As for me, I’m rather content this Christmas. I can’t really think of anything I want, and for the most part, I’m just enjoying what I have. Maybe that means I’m growing up.
And if that’s the case, this blog might be a bit less fun in aught-seven.