2008 stunk, I was so glad to see it go, and it ended on the same note it had all along - with my teenager in the ER with a dislocated kneecap
New Years Day was a bit better, as we dragged our crippled kid to the Village Kitchen and had a fabulous breakfast. Nothing says "This will be a great year, darn it!" like stuffing yourself with the perfect omelette. Thanks Bob.
May the black cloud that's followed us be gone in 09! I've had enough, thankyouverymuch.