Yuletide Pudding Wench

In response to my Christmahanukkwanzaayule e-card of fruitcake dread, B emailed me, calling me a Yuletide Pudding Wench. My holiday has officially been made as I embrace the new title with much relish.

Qualifications and a Guilty Admission

I met all the qualifications to continue my unemployment insurance. After just an hour at the SCEC, I was out of there and free for another 6 or so weeks. I think the lady who handled my case was eager to see me away from her desk since I still sound like Snuffleuppagus.

After years of serious consideration, I have decided that Garth Brooks is sexy.

Go with god.