Well, buckaroos and buckarettes, I had hoped to dim the office lights for Christmas with a nice, mellow post--something along the lines of 2005's most inspirational story.
It didn't work out that way, thanks to that doping Argie meathead, Mariano "Just Say Yes" Puerta. Time has slipped away,and long-suffering TennisWife Lisa has a last-minute Christmas to-do list for me. How am I supposed to get the paperwork done on that brand-new Mercedes by tomorrow evening?
As if . . .
Cowboy Luke is getting his first bicycle for Christmas. I bought it a month ago at Wal-Mart. It's a 12-inch Tigger model (tiger-striped) with training wheels and a hand-brake. The other day, I took Luke into a bicycle shop to check that, at 3, he's not too big already for the 12-inch bike. He ran over to the toddler bikes, grabbed an orange one, and started jumping up and down, asking me to buy it.
Everyone hits a home run once in a while, right?
And the really great thing about a bike? You don't have to wrap it!
I'm off next week and won't be posting again until the New Year, at which time I plan to pick right up where I left off with 2005's most noteworthy stories. I still have a number of categories to go and, as I've learned through my first year as a full-time blogger, there's simply no end to the stories of interest out there.
I feel like I've got a million new friends thanks to this blog, as well as a fair number of people who'd like nothing better than to smack me upside the head with a two-by-four. All the better, for I take the injunction to "celebrate diversity" very seriously!
I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, or enjoy whatever holiday you celebrate as much as I plan to enjoy mine.
Back with you after Jan. 1 and just in case you're wondering, I'm an XL, shoe size is 13, and please enclose gift receipt good for cash refund, not just store credit!