It’s a normal night at the Weiner-Bruce hacienda- Blackie is humping every leg that looks willing (sexual predator might be a mild description for him) and Lulu looks like the royalty she pretends to be, all piled up in the Christmas cuddle bed. Santa was good to all of us- or Hanukkah Harry in the case of Bob… and after a family get-together in Knoxville for the New Year, now it’s time to throw out the Eggnog and Wassail and start being responsible adults again!
This year has the potential to be one for the history books- what with our official (finally at last) move to Asheville in Feb., then Bob’s upcoming divorce in April, and finally our rapidly approaching wedding at Disney in June- any and all of which threaten daily to destroy both of our last nerves! If we’re not fixating on broken TVs and China, then we’re ranting about thieving, lying, lazy ex-wives-to-be, or we’re debating silk vs. cotton table linens and chair pads and which one of the 8 different plaid ribbons will work better with green apples and gumballs!
It appears that the ancient chinese curse has been applied to us… “May you live in interesting times!” Maybe we could get a little less interesting for just a while- must make a note to look into someplace soothing for a nice holiday- like the mental ward at Mission Hospital?
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