Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hi, my friends, and enemies!  How are you?  I had a wonderful Christmas at home with my boys.  I expect the same on New Year's Eve, though I figure Junior will take off later.  He's going to usher in the New Year with a babe on his arm.  Or elsewhere.

The weather has fallen into that pattern of gray, winter days.  I hate that.  Three months of this, if we're lucky.  We had some snow but that's long gone.

The Packers did something.  I think they won.  Hurrah.  Rodgers is earning his keep.  Ha!

Here are the final standings from the Irregular Football League:

Oh well, there's always next year.  Next year I'll cheat.

Señor Zanza and Junior are lobbying hard for a New Year's Party.  They said that they'd take care of everything, from start to finish.  Everything, that is, except me.  I'm not interested in a party, so I suppose I'll have to hide upstairs.  Better stock up on goodies.

Instead of my usual rant at the corruption in Racine politics, I thought I'd wish everyone a great Christmas, even if it is a day late.

"Ho!  Ho!  Ho!"

I hope uou got what you wanted.  Be grateful whatever you get.  You've seen so much.

I'm sorry, but I'm beat from Christmas cleanups.  Even with the boys doing the majority of the work, it's still a pain in the butt.

It was wonderful to see everyone.  That's the best part of Christmas: the people (and dogs).  I love you all and wish you good luck on the rest of your vacation.

I hope to see you when you're not so preoccupied with money.
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