You're going to be mighty impressed, but at my work bowling event last night, I rolled a 66 and a 69. When I got a 69, Ryan said, "That's hot."
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My team was named Pinterest and so we all wore a pin. WOOOO! You'll be stunned to hear we did not win for best costume. The alligator hat wearers won. I told you about them yesterday, or maybe I said they were dinosaur hats, but the team who wore then were the Alley Gators, get it? Do you?
And I did not take pictures, because bowling and eating chicken wings, but Ryan wore shorts and checkered socks and he had a t-shirt with a picture of that guy from The Big Lebowski licking his bowling ball, and also? He had a Hello Kitty bowling ball.
Ryan rocked the bowling event.
So that sums that up, and now tonight is a little soiree at The Other Copy Editor's house. Also, Dear Mom: I have not mailed your gifts yet. WHEN WOULD I HAVE TIME? I guess I can wrap up this post and try to get them ready this morning and mail 'em from work.
Christmas makes me tense.
At lunch today I have to scream to the local book store and get some things for Ned's family, and tomorrow morning I have to run to another store to get another gift for a member of Ned's family and I liked it better with I was with a Jewish man.
Then at 11:00 tomorrow I gotta get my roots done, and afterward we scream to Raleigh for Ned's family get-together. After which is a party Ned's friends are throwing, also in Raleigh, and then Sunday we're going to a...party.
So a quiet weekend.
What're you guys up to this weekend? Are there any nice pagans with zero friends and family out there who are doing absolutely zilch?
When next week gets here, I will announce the BIG WINNER of the "That's why I don't like corn" contest from the other day. I read one of your comments and thought, Oh, THAT is the winner, but do you think I can recall right now who that was? I cannot.
Also, I've already made my end-of-year video that I do, and I'm excited to show you that. I'll wait in case some kind of most excellent photo opportunity pops up in the next two weeks that remain of 2014 and I need to add it to the video.
Next year I turn 50. Ned was kind enough to point out that in 10 years I'll be 60. But let's not think about that right now. Because bridge. River. George Bailey. And no Clarence to help me out.
Do you know what my favorite day of the year is?
January 2.
