Chip Shot 13
Here, from the Daily Blat, is the true spirit of the holidays:

On the other hand, the homeless aren’t maybe as grateful as they could be:

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“I like a good yodel,” Sis said today, completely out of context.
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My last emotion of the year 2009 was outrage. The reason isn’t so important, but the emotion was. A really good mad on can blast the fatty deposits right out of your veins if you lift off so fast and so high that you hit orbit. I’ve always had a temper, but mostly I try to be one of those namby pamby kumbaya types. All I can say is that I’m glad my resolution wasn’t moderation in all things or I would have broken it before the door slapped Father Time in the ass.
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I want to thank all of you who read the Back Nine and keep me company here. It’s been a challenging year, but I assure you that the holidays were rewarding even without the Mister to share them. His family stays in touch with me, proving they are my family, too. Here’s to another funny, sad, wonderful, miserable, whatever-comes-our-way year together.