I'll never know why people celebrate the ending of a year. It only means that your car depreciated again! And you know, I just don't like eggnog. It's like drinking milk from a smashed cow. Last year we toasted the New Year at home. Nancy had rye and I had whole wheat.
And one last thing to pray for in 2009. I want my troubles to last as long as my resolutions.
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