From Whiskers to Jingle Jangles we drove, that be my son and I.
Tony was mad at me. Why? Story not worth repeating. Suffice to say, he is in a petulant teenager phase. I made a sound argument against him, and I knew I had won, when my riposte quieted him for a minute, and he made a lame comeback which was what he had spend the silent time trying to come up with.
Today is the second last day of my being in my fifties.
I will get a worthwhile birthday present on December 24th: I will go to Mass in the evening. I realize I should be grateful that my birthday is eclipsed by the birth of Christ. I have a proper idea of how significant my birthday is: not at all except to God and my Mom.
Earlier, I went for lunch with my wife. Tony was mad at me so he didn’t come.
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