I hereby resolve...

Okay, I’m back. With a New Year's resolution (only three days late!)– I will post something, every day, no matter how senseless or banal. Happy now? So stop bugging me already!

A brief catch-up:

November: started kitchen renovations, JUST in time for Thanksgiving. Spent a lot of time standing around acting incompetent, and handing Jet ...oh, what are those things that men use to fix things...oh, yeah, tools. Major contribution: insisiting that the color scheme be this and this to go along with the Jet-chosen this and this.

Thanksgiving: Finished the kitchen in the knick of time and welcomed Jub Jub for a few days, as well as Penelope Pitstop and her husband Hairy James, and Penelope's father, who Jet has a crush on. Hopes for a romantic pairing between Jub Jub and Mr. Pitstop fell through, sadly.

December: Worked too hard in too many different places and got cranky and jaded.

Christmas: Welcomed Mother Rubble for a nice long visit, and tried to work through the crankiness with varying amounts of success.

Gifts: The next two volumes in The Complete Peanuts, which held a surprising revelation for me, given that I am a fan of both Peanuts and long-forgotten characters: the long-forgotten Peanuts character Charlotte Braun.

Jet got everything his heart desired, only he didn't know it until he got it, because he doesn't care about presents one single bit, so it's up to me to decide what he wants, and then get it. (Okay, so it's maybe not EVERYTHING his heart desired, but it was three seasons of Northern Exposure on DVD, secured at a remarkable discount, so it's a start.)

January: Went to New Year's Day party at the home of FitzJames and Kitten, where Mother Rubble not only sat at the piano and sang "Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey", but also her signature song, "Low and Lonely". The only dowwnside was the presence of the odious Mr. R, who has only four topics of conversation:

1) How much money he has

2) How many famous people he knows

3) How many houses he owns

4) Las Vegas

Mr. R. is some sort of representative for the Las Vegas Visitor's Bureau, or something as well as a progessional male escort who squires old women around because their husbands don't want to be botehred with them. He also manages to make racist comments, even though his partner is black. Odious, I tell you.

So, then, all caught up. Tomorrow – movie reviews! (but if you just can't wait another single second, go here and raise my Amazon reviewer rank.)