Lost: the next day, with ponies!

( the weekly cut article, because I'm so nice. You better send me a Christmas card )

Tree's up, dinner's down

Cynra & I picked up our Christmas tree today. Nice fir tree. It shall be decorated this Saturday. I envy gay guys for putting up the tree, as they can switch holding and arranging duties back and forth due to two male physiques. When one of you is a tiny female, guess who's holding that evergreen up? You got it.

I send good karma to anaka for her bad situation. I hope you & the kids will be okay.

Dinner was Vito's pizza n' wings. It's official, this place has the best food on the PLANET. When Smokey Sings, I Eat Vito's Wings. They say they're 'rooster wings', but I don't care. Too good. And the pizza was delish too.

Oddest thing, when I was in there, these two guys seemed to be making gestures at each other. After a couple minutes, I realized: they're talking in sign language. A couple more seconds of warming up neurons and I remembered that Milton has a large school for the deaf in it, and it all fell into place.

Survivor finally saw Judd leave. Gracious loser ("Scumbags! You're all scumbags!"). But at least he got to se his wife.