Hmmm...What can I talk about?
We (okay, I mean my dad) went out and bought our Christmas tree last Saturday. Tonight it was finally put in it's stand. We probably won't decorate it for another week or so. Poor thing, it must feel neglected. I'm sure the tree-huggers will be after us soon.
So, I've been doing some Christmas shopping recently, and I'm very proud of myself. My favorite store this year for gifts is the Bibelot Shop, which is actually just across the street and half a block from Keegan's. By the way, I will be at Keegan's this Thursday, because I know that all of you have missed me so much.
And in other news, I have temporarily put the wrist sweaters away because of extremely freezing temperatures. Yes, that's right. All you wristsweataphobes can breathe easy. Now I have real mittens, the kind where the top flips up and velcroes to the back so fingers are free! Yay!
See you at Keegan's!


Me: The Night Writer, John Stewart; 50 years old and smart enough to have married my trophy wife first.