Tradition
I read it every December 31.
RING OUT, WILD BELLS, by Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
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I read it every December 31.
RING OUT, WILD BELLS, by Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Being a news junkie, I am always scanning the headlines. On occasion I do it too quickly, and everything turns into a sort of brain-created mashup.
Case in point. I just scanned these two headlines—
—and the resulting jumble made me think the government was proposing new rules re: sex tourism in outer space. What's really sad is that for a moment, the idea seemed utterly reasonable and forward-thinking. Like, Wow. They're really on the ball over at NASA.
And then I thought, Oh, wait....
If I am lucky, the Boy will make me baked pasta tonight with red sauce. I hope. That and a hot bath would make my day.
Wedding Rule #67: The best maid of honor will be a good match for your personality.
-----Original Message-----
From: Bridey McBriderson
To: Maid of Honor
Subject: bridesmaid dress--
would something like this look trashy? http://tinyurl.com/9xctb
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From: MOH
To: Bridey
Only if I stand like that.
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From: Bridey
To: MOH
Oh, I guess I didn't mention the dance number you'll be expected to do.
Everyone loves the Pussycat Dolls, right? :)
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From: MOH
To: Bridey
Don'tcha wish your lawyer was HOT like me?
Don'tcha wish your lawyer was a FREAK like me?
Don'tcha?
A truckload of happy birthday wishes to the Fiance, who turns a big 35 today. Thanks for putting up with two weeks' worth of bad cold, and a few years' worth of nagging about the laundry.
Darling, you send me. Honest you do.
Yer Goil
December 1: A day of tradition in Chicago, an annual event important enough that it was the lead story on my morning newscast.
It's the start of Winter Parking Season!
If you live here and own a car, you just sighed ruefully. If you don't live here, you're wondering how this could be so important. Because 1) You never, ever want to get towed in Chicago; and 2) Dibs.
Perhaps I should explain.