To say Christmas has become too commerical is like saying Iraq has become too violent. Yes, it has, but it's our own damn fault. I long for the Little House on the Prairie Days when everyone got one present. I would get J. a Cellular Phone. R. would get me a new shirt. I would fix the wheel on the buggy for R. so she could ride into town and buy a new hat. Paradoxically, we went to Del Frisco's last night. One of the fund companies was laying on a bit of a do for its client, of which R's company is one the major ones. So I had Tiger Shrimp, filet mignon steak, bread pudding and a rather elegant Cabernet Sauvignon. They even validated the Valet parking for us. This little bash must have put the company back about $6K. What they spent on R. and I alone would have got us through next week, fixed R's computer power supply (which went out last night - thank you God) and I could have saved my christmas money. Oh well. Today is Friday the 3rd December. Christmas Eve is in 21 days. That's two paychecks away. A lot can happen between now and then. More things could go wrong, for example...
Name: Catpewk
Age: 43
Status: Separated
Kids: Yes
Cats: Yes
Fish: Yes
Dogs: No
Lemurs: No
Profession: Geek
Passion: Writer
Religion: In Progress