Christmas was great. We spent 4 days at home with the family. The gifts were nice but spending some quality time, and a bit of drunken time with my favorite in-laws is a good Christmas to me. We even coaxed my mom-inlaw(Radie), and Diane into having a traditional Jewish Christmas with my parents at the House of Ing. Nothing like like some spicy Hunan Chicken on a cold white Christmas day.
The Pistons are finally starting to come alive a bit. The bench is still missing and the Pistons aren't shooting well, but effort is there. Antonio McDyess is beginning to look comfortable, so if Joe D. can find a good backup point guard and maybe even a small forward to help while Delfino is out, we should be back in the hunt before the all-star break.
The new year is around the corner and I look forward to spending the "Eve" with my good friends Brannon and Zandra. In 2005, B & Z will be leaving the great land of traffic and deep dish pizza for greener and much less expensive pastures in the great state of Missouri. I hear you can put Ketchup on your hotdog there. Needless to say, Brooke and I will miss them both terribly.
Ok, so early early this morning, I was dreaming away in my nice cozy bed with thoughts of smart pre-sales questions dancing through my head when all of a sudden I was startled awake by what could have only been the sound of a frantic cat launching off the bed and using my eye ball as leverage. It felt like I was shot in my eye so I screamed and when Brooke turned on the light there was blood gushing from everywhere. I made it to the bathroom mirror and went cold immediately, I'm not good with blood. It took a good 10 minutes to wipe away all the mess and assess the damage. The cat gashed me across my eyebrow and punctured my eye lid. I was lucky, both cuts were deep but not deep enough for stitches. So now I look like I just fought Apollo Creed. Add this to my dislocated shoulder and it's the second significant injury that my crazy cat has caused. He's damn lucky he's cute and has grandparents that would damage me further if I.....nevermind.
That's all there is until this weekend when another year beings. Happy New Year!
He is the GORCH!
Send that little bastard buzz saw to Save-a-Pet!
BTW there will be a bed there for you Danny. In the garage. Brooke can stay in the house. You look like Quasimodo and I can't have you scaring my dogs.
Looks good on ya pal.... funny that happened to you because while I was hooking up the father in law's stereo, I stood up quickly and the corner of the cabinet door punctured my nose. So I know how you feel and kinda look funny myself.
Yet again, that cat and dog thing.... Score one for me.
I'm sorry Josh, but you get no score for getting a dog. We met your dog for about an hour and in that time, he peed on Danny's foot, almost jumped right on my laptop and scratched my face. And I would say your dog isn't even bad, just pretty well average, so forget about thinking that dogs are superior. ;-)