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The word of the day is: buttpuckering. Can you say buttpuckering, friends? I knew you could.
Today's word comes from the latest column by my absolute favorite humor writer, Dave Barry. He has a look back at 2002, which we should all read to remember what in the hey happened when we were all too busy reading fan fiction.
You won't find out what happened by reading Dave Barry's column, either, but you'll have fun just the same.
Speaking of uber, spiffy bard Carrie Carr is offering her latest book, Strength of the Heart, at a very good price. Hurry up and order one before said price goes up. You can even have it autographed.
Click on 'what's new' for the info on the book. Have I mentioned Carrie Carr is very spiffy? And so are her books, so it's all good.
In other news, my cat, Butler, is obsessed with me. I can't close my bedroom door when he's not in my room or he sits outside of it and paws at it until I open it. I go to the bathroom, he's there. I sleep, he's there laying beside me or on me. I go anywhere in the house, he's right there following me.
This isn't making Tango the Wonder Kitty very happy. More than once Tango has run Butler off and taken Butler's spot on my bed, or wherever. It's good to know I'm so popular. I think.
I hope everyone has been having a great holiday season. I know I have. 2003 is coming, and I just realized something. I'm going to turn 29. 29! Think about that, friends... 29 is one measly year away from 30. You know what that means?? I'll be a thirysomething! No more being in my youthful and carefree twenties. Okay, I've never exactly been the carefree type, but that's not the point. The point is I'm almost, almost 30!
I'm so old. I'm almost 29, which is almost 30. Oh, the humanity. How will my girlfriend feel about loving someone who's so very old? I mean, she's 3 and a half years younger than me! She just might leave me for someone who's not so close to the rocking chair. You know, those May-December romances rarely last. *sigh* Maybe I should just give up and buy the rocking chair now. Maybe a shawl, too. And take up knitting. I already have too many cats. Yep, I'll be an almost in the general vicinity of getting older fart person with too many cats and a rocking chair. Sounds like a plan to me.
You'll write to me in the old folk's home, won't you, friends? I'll knit you a scarf.