Time for the lists.
The lists, the lists, the lists.
Best movies, best books, worst celebrity wardrobe choices, who got married, who had babies, who got divorced, who died. Hottest diets of the year, hottest trends of the year, hottest laptop celebrities in bikinis of the year. Best albums of the year, worst tragedies to have befallen. Natural disasters which occurred. Etc.
It's also time to start making resolutions to get healthier, skinnier, more productive, more organized, saner, more serious, less serious.
Me? I'm sitting here watching two white ducks gambol in a small black tub wishing the Waffle House was a lot closer.
Dang. I have to leave Lloyd today. Out of bananas again. I'm also out of flour. This will not do.
I think I'll make soup. Actually, I know I'll make soup. I already started cooking beans for it.
This is the level I am operating on at this moment.
Remember the year my New Year's resolution was to use the word cocksucker more frequently?
Hell. I even failed at that.
Maurice is watching the chickens and ducks as if they were her favorite TV show.
Maybe my New Year's resolution this year will be to not watch any less of the chicken and duck channel than I already do. Same with the cat-and-trees-and-sky channels.
There's a pretty good chance I could actually accomplish that.
Happy Sunday, y'all. Hahahahahahaha!