Congrats, Debet!
There's more than one way to skin a cat. And I happen to know that's factually true.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2018: The Real Bad Place Was The Friends We Made Along The Way
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Thanksgivukkahmas, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering.
Go away, 2018. You have a lot to turn around, 2019. Be a Good Place.
Sheryl - Dec 12, 2018 4:50:58 pm PST #46 of 131
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Jesse - Dec 12, 2018 4:51:06 pm PST #47 of 131
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yay Debet!!
javachik - Dec 12, 2018 4:55:54 pm PST #48 of 131
Our wings are not tired.
Congratulations!
amyth - Dec 12, 2018 5:25:00 pm PST #49 of 131
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
Hooray, Debet!!
-t - Dec 12, 2018 6:07:36 pm PST #50 of 131
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Congratulations Debet!
Consuela - Dec 12, 2018 6:24:28 pm PST #51 of 131
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
More Buffista babies! Congratulations!
meara - Dec 12, 2018 7:21:53 pm PST #52 of 131
Awesome, debet!
I am holding off on summing up this year until my next doctor appointment on January 2nd. I feel like that will be a fitting cap to the year, good or bad.
Shir - Dec 12, 2018 10:04:17 pm PST #53 of 131
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Congratulations, Debet! That is wonderful.
Fred Pete - Dec 13, 2018 4:14:13 am PST #54 of 131
Ann, that's a ferret.
Congrats, Debet!
And meara, your 2018 doesn't have to follow the calendar, either.
I'm starting to see ads for how to celebrate the New Year 2019. It feels freaky. Personally, I think I'll do what I did last year -- get on the Net, tune to a radio station in London, and celebrate with the British at 7:00 Eastern time. Go out for a quiet dinner (there's an Irish pub near the apartment), and spend a quiet evening at home until going to bed at a reasonable hour. Yes, I'm 56 years old. Partying until dawn never was my thing, and it's even less so now.
DebetEsse - Dec 13, 2018 6:52:30 am PST #55 of 131
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Thanks, everyone! We're pretty excited. You know, when not puking.
We'll likely be playing board games to ring in the new year. A neighbor does fireworks, so we'll get that display by proxy.
Meara, seems legit.