January 3
 

I promise, I'll write an entry pretty soon.  I just don't want to--no, I can't talk about Angelo right now.  I will, because soon I'll have to, but not now.  Here's my New Year's.  I also promise that I'll stop posting all photo entries.  I am a terrible, impatient photographer, but I like to pretend that I'm not.  I also got a new digital camera for Christmas, so it's you, Gentle Reader, who suffers.
 
 

Perhaps this would be cuter if you knew that he's completely under the covers, with only his head sticking out.   And the quilt is down, so it's stupidly fluffy.  He leaps into the very center of it, with it all puffed out around him.  It's precious, trust me.

I had no idea Nick was taking my photograph.  I don't think this much looks like me, and I can't decide whether that's a good or a bad thing.
 
 
 
 
 

Who shows both rows of teeth when they smile? What's my problem? We might have done okay without the flash, there.  The whiteness is blinding,  we sort of look like ghosts.
 
 
 

Heh! No idea.  It's important to point out that in the original photograph, I am bright yellow, as though I am jaundiced.  As fars as I know, I'm not.  Heh, this is cracking me up.  I have no idea what I was doing.  Also, I kept saying to Nick "Why are you making that face?!"  and he would insist "This is how I look!!!"
 
 
 
 
 
 

Do the vest and the shirt tell you all you need to know about the band playing?  I think so.  Out of 5 band members, 4 sported mullets and the other was a woman who belted out Janis Joplin songs like nobody's business.  I have to confess something, though.  At 12:00 or 12:01 or so, I got all choked up, and it was acute pride of being American.  As it was happening, I remember thinking "I have no idea how I'll write about this".  I think what I was feeling was joy with the fact that we are really pretty happy, as a whole.  I think that what I'm trying to say is that no matter how bad things are, Americans will celebrate something, anything together.  I like that.
 
 

This is Rick.  He owns the restaurant  (note: there's a photo of me on that page from this summer. I'm with my inlaws and everything.  Go on, find us, you stalking freaks.)  We've known him for years.  His high strung puts my high strung to shame.  I am downright sedate in comparison.

 

I DO understand that I'm the only person who finds these photos wonderful, but by god, I really really do.  Look! The lights are all TWIRLY!!! Would you be more impressed to know that that's where I work?  Well, it is!!!
 
 
 
 

That's right.  It's the Pez hedge.  If I could float like Jesus, this photo would be a hell of a lot more interesting.  Of note: across the street there's a house with a FLOCK OF CHICKENS clucking around the yard.  CHICKENS!!!!!  In West Haven!!!!!
 
 

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