I believe I have observed the mandatory mourning period for my hero, Andy Rooney, I'm sure Andy is in heaven finding even more unique things to be concerned about. I have attempted to cultivate my eyebrows in memorium, but my wife trims them while I am asleep.
Our first Christmas in Florida. Very festive. Sidewalk Santas in tank tops, shorts and sun block. Wheelchairs and walkers trimmed in holly. Canes wrapped like peppermint sticks. Supp-hose is hung by the fake chimney with care in the hope our dysfunctional Congress won't cut Medicare. Glasses of Ensure and Metamucil cookies await Santa.
We had just settled down for a warm winter's nap when out by the pool there arose such a clatter I eased out of bed (too old to "spring") to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a miniature slate of characters who want to be president next year.
Slower than turtles in molases they run, so I whistled and shouted and looked for my gun. No, Romney! No, Perry! No, Paul or Ms. Bachmann!
Go, Santorum! Go, Grinch-rich and Ambassador Huntsman! Now go away, go away, GO AWAY ALL!
I hope you all had a wonderful holiday, and best wishes to one and all for a happy, healthy 2012.
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