By 11 pm, we were flat out on the easy chair while Mrs. UF and Lynne and Jodi talked. By 11:15, we were asleep. We never did ring in the New Year, except in our dreams.
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February 2012
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January 03, 2012
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My roommate was sick, so I spent all day/night watching The Walking Dead marathon on AMC. As I mentioned on Facebook, I now know why some of my friends refer to it as The Talking Dead.
Posted by: gillian | January 03, 2012 at 02:09 PM
Great picture! Was on vacation last week so I missed all of your blogging. Now I'm backed up trying to get caught up. Miss you!
Posted by: Jeffers | January 03, 2012 at 03:44 PM
I forgot to mention how much I love this picture.
Posted by: gillian | January 03, 2012 at 03:53 PM
Aw, you missed that magical midnight moment! Oh well, there's always next year.
Posted by: Martijn | January 03, 2012 at 05:12 PM
I had a bit of the bronchitis, but still managed to get out and cut the rug a little.
Posted by: Bullethole | January 04, 2012 at 10:27 AM
What does that mean, Steve? It sounds like dead saucy slang, cutting the rug.
Posted by: Martijn | January 04, 2012 at 11:49 AM
Thanks, Gillian. I've got Maddie on my shoulder. It's one of her favorite places. Martijn, cutting the rug means dancing and is primarily used by people over 70, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Bullet Holes.
Posted by: UF MIKE | January 04, 2012 at 12:03 PM
Oh, thát rug! I could have known. Hum...
Well, shake your tailfeather, Bulletholes! And catch me on the flipside, bro!
Posted by: Martijn | January 04, 2012 at 01:12 PM
I got one I call "The Geritol Shuffle" Martjin. I teach it to you someday.
Posted by: Bullethole | January 04, 2012 at 04:02 PM
"The Geritol Shuffle"? Isn't that what Mike's doing on the photo?
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | January 04, 2012 at 04:38 PM
No One mentioned Maddy taking over Mike's body, pushing the hat holder off to the side.
Posted by: karoline | January 04, 2012 at 04:40 PM
I can't help it! my own irreverence has got the better of me. That doggy looks like its pushed your head over and is taking a crap down your neck!
Posted by: karoline | January 05, 2012 at 11:16 AM
Karoline, that's disgusting!
Posted by: Jan Martin Löhndorf | January 05, 2012 at 12:28 PM
Haha, Karoline, that is hilarious. That is exactly what that picture looks like. You just made me laugh out loud in the Holocaust Museum library, a place where all laughter is verboten!
Posted by: The Good German | January 05, 2012 at 12:33 PM
For your information, people, Maddie is not crapping down my neck. Loving creature that she is, she adores sleeping on my shoulder. Unfortunately, she tends to get pushy, to the extent that my head is forced to move to the other shoulder. It's damned uncomfortable, if you want to know the truth.
Posted by: UF MIKE | January 05, 2012 at 01:20 PM
Reminds me of the film "How to Get Ahead in Advertising" with Richard Grant.
http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi770508313/
Posted by: AnitaNH | January 05, 2012 at 04:08 PM