Finally, vol. ii

Fare-f&^%$-well 2006!

2006. The year of endurance, no matter how much it sucks, it can get worse.

Ought-six has been my worst year ever. It seems like all years ending in six get a perverse pleasure in seeing how far they can push before I stumble in to catatonia. But this year, it was by far the worst. I'm not going to recount all of the bad stuff, but I am going to share a few thoughts.

Great husbands and good friends can get you through anything.

Justin Timberlake's FutureSexLoveSounds was the best album this year.

I love my husband.

I'm going to get shit for not listing that last one first.

Peanut butter and chocolate can cure a lot of woes.

No matter how private your yard, wearing a shirt outside is ALWAYS advisable.

Silk yarn smells like turds when it is wet, but the feel of it makes the turd smell acceptable.

Never wear anything made from silk yarn in the rain, snow, or any other extremely humid environment.

I love my cat.

Scissors + yarn = BAD

Losing at the who-gives-a-crap-bowl against Nevada would have been an embarrassing and disappointing way to end a football season. Whew Chavez Grant!

I love my dog.

Calling a face lift "eye surgery" fools no one.

Canadian ATM's are vicious.

Beware! Dog treat cookies can look exactly like people cookies.

If you have me detained, I will still hate you ten years later.

Even though it doesn't snow in October, November, or December, it can still snow the following April.

Sports teams' mascots can teach you a lot about ornithology.

No matter how bad a knot, someone, somewhere can get the knot unknotted.

I may be immune to e.coli.

Famous or semi-famous people fly out of and into Bradley International Airport around Thanksgiving.

See ya oh-six. Welcome oh-seven. Love you. Please be nice.