Wednesday, December 23, 2009

today is gearing up to be one of those days...

... you know, the big fat shitty ones where you can't wait till happy hour.


USMC 9971 said...

I know how that goes. Usually it just takes one smile from my little girl, though, and that resets everything for me.

However, when that smile doesn't work on the first try, I pour myself a glass of Jack Daniels and ask her to smile once more.

I'm sure that "the boy" will help to take the edge off a bit. If not, then swing up to Minnesota and I'll pour you a glass.

Donna said...

Thanks for the reminder in your "Blue Christmas" post below. My father died 39 years ago on Christmas Day; he was 45 years old and had a heart attack; he was diagnosed with angina the year before and was told that he could have a normal life and would possibly be a candidate for bypass surgery at some point. He did not drink or smoke; he was 20 pounds overweight. That's all, and he was taken from a 16-year old girl, 20-year old son who was in VietNam, and a 42-year old wife. It's been a long time, but the effects still reverberate. Christmas is just different for me.