| Poem for Thursday |
[Jan. 1st, 2009|12:04 am] |
( New Year )
We planned a low-key last day of the year, which is just as well because there was an ice storm in the morning and it was so windy all day that the city of Baltimore canceled the Harborplace fireworks for fear of burning something down. I went out with the kids to Barnes & Noble, where I had a disagreement with the manager, which I ultimately won, about the fact that before the holidays they promised a two-week return period after the holidays, but today they were claiming it was two weeks from date of purchase. Then we went to Bath & Body Works (whose semiannual sale has Fresh Vanilla lotion for $3!) and Target, which was on the agenda because Adam wanted to get a ski mask to keep his face warm while playing outside, and which ![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) cidercupcakes had alerted me was selling seasons of Arrested Development for $17, whoo!
( Ice Storm and Cats )
Paul decided that we should celebrate New Year's Eve properly, so we had lobster tail for dinner, along with the sangria that dementordelta gave me for my birthday (well, the kids did not get any of the latter). We spent the evening having a Futurama fest following tonight's rerun of The Simpsons, the episode with The Poseidon Adventure parody -- hee! In between episodes we checked football scores, but there's no way I would have made it till midnight watching bowl games. At a quarter to, we put on Dick Clark, except Ryan Seacrest was the host, but I guess that's how it goes, generationally! |
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