Someday. Boy, what a day that will be, huh? Something to write home about, I'm sure. Pretty damn exciting to think about the possibilities. Yessirie. Yep. Uh-huh.
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Finals are finally coming, next Tuesday and Thursday. Not really expecting any sort of difficulties, regardless of how much I bitch around here. Worst grade will probably be in Approaches to Religion. The rest will be Bs and As, I'm sure. Not arrogance, simply fact.
Let Bubba stay home from school today (translation: I'm not feeling too good and didn't feel like taking him a whole 5 minutes away on foot). Tomorrow, we both go to the V.A. hospital to pick up C.L.s Christmas gift (see "money") so that'll be 2 days he isn't in pre-K. Not exactly a big loss though, is it? To be honest, I've been looking into Montessori schools for him, as they promise a more 'organic' (see "less fascist") educational experience. Maybe.
The Mrs. asked me if I would be okay moving to Albany last night. Of course I said yes. Just like I know we won't end up moving. My wife's the sort of person who requires the presence of family members in close proximity to function effectively.
Christmas tree is up. Mrs. did most of the work. looks nice. I put wrapped presents under the tree last night. Bubba actually has enough self-control to not rip them open, probably in part because he sees his cousins not doing it at thier house and partly because I told him Santa would be mad. Hey, whatever works; I'm surprised it is.
If I don't get a chance before hand, here's a wish for a Happy Holiday to all of you out there in T.V. land. Mwwwaaah!
jdk
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