Happy New Year! I hope everyone had a great Christmas, and/or whatever it is you celebrate. New Year’s was fun at Wendy and Mike’s, with the unexpected addition of Michelle’s Uncle Butch, who brought what is basically a version of dirty pictionary. High amusement for drunken and non drunken souls. All you need is at least the memory of what it was like to be a junior high boy or girl, and there you go.

I hate my kitchen. I hate my lack of kitchen. I also hate my living room. I hate my lack of living room. I try to remind myself that there are starving children in Africa who would be appreciative of my lack of kitchen and living room, and would use the space for target practice or something, rather than just storage space for varying grades of clean and dirty clothes. I hate my lack of drawer and hanging space with which to put away the clean and dirty clothes.

The word “Contractor”, which is one I’ve never been particularly drawn to, begins to sound like the beginnings of a possible symphony.

I should be working like a slave right now, and I”m going to hop to it. The boss has promised the state that we will have the largest amount of paperwork we’ve ever processed completed by next Friday. I’m not sure how that will happen, as there are no house elves around here to complete what we started after dark. But I will hope. HYAH!