Getting rid of that blasted singing Christmas card! (Here’s a side note on that: my ex, who gave us the card, called a couple of days ago. I told him what happened, and after he laughed for about 2 minutes and could talk again, told me that the stupid thing sat in a box in their attic for 10 years merrily playing Jingle Bells. How’s that for persistence?) . . . hearing my 2 month old granddaughter laugh for the first time . . . the prospect of moving into a bigger bedroom with my own bathroom . . . sharing Christmas here with my family . . . receiving an e-mail from Austin telling me how much she’ll miss me, and that I’m her #1 cyber buddy. Okay, she didn’t really say that last part, just want to see if she’s paying attention.
(Out with the old, in with the new.)