Lyndsey's neighbor has Christmas lights up AND ON!
As Damien was pulling into the driveway tonight, I saw that and shouted, "Get a calendar! I'm going over there with it!"
I like my lighting of the holiday cheer like I like my comas: From Thanksgiving Night until the evening of January 7th. Or maybe it the evening of the 6th of January. That part I'm flexible on.
But, you know, I'm not going to write my congressman or anything. It's just bothersome.
Yes, yes, put up the lights while we're having the 80-degree heatwave in November, I'm fine with that. But can you not hold off on lighting them until we've sorta wrapped up the whole Thanksgiving thing?
I know: this is not the most important issue in the world, so I should shut up about it.
Look at me, I'm the cranky old man.
Well, I've got to get to bed... but I'm still reeling over the ending of Lost last night, as I was not expecting what happened until right when it happened. And I'm in denial, because I'd just gotten to where I liked that character. Maybe she won't die. But I'm not holding my breath.
Yes, only the important issues are discussed here, folks.
I need to get an e-mail sent out about the upcoming concert. I have a solo in the 2nd act, and I portray a fun character (well, fun to portray, anyway... I'll let you make your own judgment as to how fun the character is when you come to see the concert). If you know what concert I'm talking about, you should go order your tickets now. They're selling fast. If you don't know, I'll probably be sending out an e-mail soon with all the details.
Well, be good in the meantime, children.