Mrs. T. I am the happiest married man, anywhere, ever. I know what it is to love and be loved. I can't fathom a happier life.
Health. We've tried it both ways in 2008, being ill, and healthy. Health is vastly under rated.
Our families. They add such mirth to our days.
Chuck and Barney. For all their hard work on the kitchen replacement project. It looks lovely.
Before
After,but still during renovation
Google, and each of you. Google for making Blogger available, for free. I hope to get the hang of this sometime soon. And to each of you. I appreciate the time you spend here, and your valuable comments. I trust we'll continue down this road for a while.
The Humane Society. For taking Gus back. Gus was Mrs. T's dog. She adored that dog while, every other sentinent being despised this evil cur. Sadly, Mrs. T became dangerously allergic to him, so he had to go. Health trumps love. As much as I disliked this dog, I cried like a baby when I dropped him off.
Our tailor Kaz. It's good to be the best dressed man at the poorhouse.
Mikey. For saving us from the aftermath of the hurricane.
That I'm a luddite. I am not an early adaptor or even a late adaptor, and may be the last adult in the world without an answering machine, cell phone, IPOD, or GPS. I leave home untethered and live to tell the tale.
Women. Women are about the coolest invention ever. I do not want any more than the one I have, and don't want to appear unseemly or raise the spectre of the green eyed monster, but...
Happy New Year to each and every one of us.
Toad
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