more letters to santa

Dearest Santa,
We don't have a chimney in our house. How do you get into our home?
Love,
Marky

Mark,
First, stop calling yourself "Marky". That's why you're getting your ass kicked at school. Second, you don't live in a house, you live in a low-rent, ghetto apartment complex. Third, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do; through your bedroom window.
Sweet dreams,
Santa


todAAy i AAm grAAteful & thAAnkful

that I am back online

that I relapsed into sobriety 3 years & 3 months ago after a 33-year drinking binge

for some extreme tests of my patience (or lack of it)

I believe that I have determined what will be the death of me.
Packaging.
Boxes I can't get open. Hard-plastic blister packs molded shut that only a jet-powered incinerator can open. Just about any retail product that is packaged is a major project for me to open.
'nuff said.

that I have the resources to "have things" and "get things" that come in new packaging

that Jane is back at "detox on the rocks"
-- please welcome her back into the cyber-rooms

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on the way.
-Carl Sandburg