The Four Days of Almost Christmas

Well, I'm sitting here killing time until 8:00 when we head out for dinner at Amore's, listening to my brand-new Tommy Shaw CD that arrived yesterday. Even though it's 20+ years old, it still holds up. I also got my ESPN 'Uncyclopedia' at the same time, and I spent a good portion of the afternoon stumping Rob with obscure sports trivia.

But while we were sitting there in the living room, the doorbell rang, and it was the UPS man for the fourth day in a row!

It seems that somebody else has jumped on my wish-list bandwagon and sent along a nice gift from Amazon. This time it was the person who started the Fleetwood Mac avalanche last week, so he included a tongue-in-cheek apology and a nice note. As far as the gift goes, I scored a new electric beard trimmer, which was quite thoughtful since I burned out the motor on my old one about a month ago. I've just been using scissors ever since, so I don't think I've been the most symmetrical fellow in the world these past few weeks. Luckily, everyone else has been too kind to notice.

Thanks very much, Benji--I appreciate it!

Rob, of course, gave me a look like, WTF? and all I could say was, well, five years of blogging has finally started to pay off. It's come a long way since that first year when I had 10 readers a week, and most of them shared the same last name with me.

Now I'm getting over 450 visits per day, occasional hits to the tip jar, and random gifts from my wish list. That's pretty damn cool.

Thanks for sticking with me, everyone--I'm doing my best to make it worth the click. Speaking of, I've got a casino-centric post that should go up tomorrow, maybe Thursday morning at the latest. There may be a good old-fashioned rant posted up, too.

I've also got to come up with some way to mess with Rob, since he's all giddy that his Ohio State Suckeyes have backed into the BCS championship game, while Arizona State stumbled into the Holiday Bowl.

Oh well, I'm sure I'll think of something. If I were more technically savvy, I'd steal his phone and re-program it to play the Michigan fight song whenever it rang.