New Year Countdown
I’m not sure what’s worse: the eggnog hangover, the embarrassing failed Nano attempt, the tryptophan coma or the fear of standing in line to return something. No wait, there’s more—the holidays are not over yet and anything can happen. Let’s make it to 2013 in one piece. On that note, I’ll remind you there are DUI checkpoints on various corners this week and they probably won’t let you read this in jail. Please be careful. For those who survived the recent hurricanes, twisters, blackouts, floods, storms, tsunamis and earthquakes, it’s a miracle we all just survived the Mayan apocalypse and grandma's thawed and re-gifted fruitcake. On top of everything, the newscasters keep telling us about a fiscal cliff. Sounds horrible if you're a lemming or Scrooge. So you can see there’s no need for searching out trouble. Like Santa or a bad STD--it will find you if it wants to. Trouble that is. Haven’t you seen those shingles commercials? Trouble has GPS and goes sniffing around even the cutest, cleanest and kindest folks. It’s that strange hazy entity that cannot be stopped by any force except possibly prayer, but since I’m not here to debate faith and the tangled webs our religions seem to weave, I just want to offer a kind parental suggestion that you don’t text while driving and bring water if you plan on hiking in the desert.