Happy New Bitch
I seem to be having just a wee bit of trouble graciously entering the New Year.

Bella in her Christmas finery
1. My niece posted a perfectly delightful video of a typical evening at her house. If this had been my house, you would have seen me berthed on the sofa for hour on end, like a walrus comatose in the sun. The only discernable motion: swatting Bella off the TV remote. When I think of it, this may be why Linda has eleven billion readers and I have, well, you.
2. I picked a fight with Sis. She has purchased a ridiculous asinine item she will enjoy very much and it’s none of my goddamn business. I know that, ok, so I suggest you keep any pollyanna-ish opinions to yourselves.
3. Not yet convinced that my New Year celebration was complete, I picked a fight with the Mister. If you really want to feel good about yourself, try berating a man in a hospital bed.
4. I can’t win at Spider Solitaire since New Year’s Eve and I am sure the Compu-noia gods are messing with me. It is embarrassing to admit that I am an SS addict, but come to think of it, maybe not so embarrassing since at least one of you is in to ass porn. You know who you are.
5. I am furious with the weather. I haven’t been able to get to Rite-Aid to purchase the half price Christmas candy before they swapped it out for the Valentine candy.
6. I have now received the fourth rejection of my query letter about my manuscript. Maybe I should have listened to Josh all along.
Anyway, if you’re looking for anyone to kick your dog, pick a fight, or call you names, I’m your woman. Happy fucking New Year from the back nine.