Just imagine Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive" playing softly in the background.
Twelfth night has passed. The Holidays are officially over. And I am well and truly exhausted.
Why?
We've had the in-laws and the out-laws, in one form or another, in our house for the last two weeks.
That's fourteen days of visitors. (Okay, thirteen. We had one full day off.)
But my tale of woe gets better. (Or worse.)
My beloved
original flat panel iMac, Ralphie, languishes on the desk upstairs hating his upgrade to Tiger. Yes, I know
Leopard is out. I'm not the up-to-date geek I once was. (And yes, I think the crashing of my computer is a greater trial and ordeal than nearly two weeks of visitors. I am still a that much of geek.)
It gets more woeful than that.
Two days after Christmas, my beloved truck, my Bianca, gave her life and airbags to keep me safe.
Both airbags deployed, the frame was bent, the engine was moved off its mounts, the left front tire was nearly removed from the front axle, and the right rear tire was popped off the rim.
My sister-in-law and I were exceptionally fortunate. (As was the driver of the the car that caused the accident). We all walked away shaken, upset and bruised.
Way to end the year with a bang, eh?
Here's to hoping that 2008 is a safe, restful year for all of us.