When I dragged the trash to the curb last night it was cold. I wore two coats, gloves, and a hat. Willie always insists on helping and then he insists on a walk. After the cold walk, I came inside and ordered a long brown down coat. Then I imagined how I'll look on trash-to-the-curb nights as I played with Corel Draw (that's a plastic bag for poop in the pocket). Hopefully, hunters will not mistake me for a bear. I, of course, remember the Seinfeld episode when George wore his huge gore-tex coat.
Labeling the trash can 2011 is today's afterthought and seemed appropriate.
Happy New Year.
I don't make resolutions.
I hope to play and laugh more in 2012.
What about you?