Old Year, Young Me

Is it 2006 already? Last time I checked, it was 2015, and the radioactive cockroaches were sunning themselves on the tropical beaches of Topeka, Kansas. Of course, I am living backward in the timestream, like Merlin and Boy George. January is a month for contemplation. Right now, I am contemplating why lightbulbs have become my enemy. Tomorrow, I will contemplate algo mas.

Comments

Well, why are milk pitchers my enemy? For what ungodly reason did I nearly spell that "milk pictures?"

You are beginning to scare me.

Lightbulbs hate me and want me to suffer.

If anyone remembers, as Robert Klein would sing, "OuuuuuuOUUUUUUOuuuuu"!!!

Cara: I will contemplate that next time. Get in line, sister.

David: Oooooooo, I'm a ghost!

Mush: The enemy of my enemy is my cheese sandwich.

Aunt Blabby: Um.

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