One month down, 11 more to go! Enjoy...remember that the end of the world is coming in 2012. I'm surprised that people don't just stop working and live off the fat of the land until then. What with all this global warming talk, I'm sure the polar icecaps will melt, the temperatures will even out, and we'll all be lolling about on floaties, drinking out of coconut shells, eating sea-kittens to our hearts' content.
I'm looking forward to the Super Bowl for the commercials, and to see if Kurt Warner can do it again. I've been a fan of Kurt since back when the Rams were a respectable team. He's a class act.
Is everybody working on their income tax forms? Time to pay the reaper. Or not. I think now you can just let those taxes go, and when you're caught several years down the line, just pay them then. That's how it works in Washington.
February brings birthdays for Hillbilly Mom and her little Pony, Valentine's Day for people who give a rip, the science convention that Mrs. HM will not be attending this year (which was agreed to by the person who told her she had to go last year, and she is fervently hoping that he did not forget that conversation by the copier last November), President's Day on which we will be attending school, a Trivia contest for which Mrs. HM, Basementia Buddy, and Mr. History have signed to play with the #1 son and friends, and a trip to see Jerry Seinfeld at the Fabulous Fox next Sunday.
Something in Mrs. HM's bones tells her that winter may not have given its last gasp yet. We are at 9 days missed and still counting.
The school year is not nearly over.
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Happy birthday. Going to see Seinfeld sounds like fun!
Don't be silly. Of course the school year is almost over.
Miss Ann,
This is one drawn-out ordeal, this school year.
Perhaps you've noticed that I'm not my usual bubbly self.
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