I don't want to fan the flames of jealousy here or anything, but I just wanted to give a little update on what Ms. Quintessence has been up to this new year.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we? And I mean the very beginning - those first few exciting, romantic seconds of the New Year that, as some superstitions have it, determine how you will spend the rest of the year.
So, if legend serves us right, where will Ms. Quintessence spend the bulk of 2006? Partying it up in the Big Apple? Nooooo.
Jet setting off to far and distant lands?
Nooooo.
Revelling in the streets with drunken friends?
No.
Judging by my first few moments of the New Year, it would seem that a job at a power plant must be in my near future because, yes, that's where I rang in 2006.
As it turned out, hubby had to work New Year's Eve (and into New Year's Dawn). So I made a nice batch of chocolately chip brownies and son and I took them there for hubby and the rest of the crew. (Daughter didn't go along because she had a better offer in advance.) We brought the Anatomically Correct Clock - which was brought to our house by friends attending previous parties at our house where we have to call someone who actually has a television to walk us through the countdown. So I, along with son, hubby and the rest of the midnight crew at the power plant, greeted 2006 with mouths full of brownie. Then hubby took me and son on a tour of the plant, which I wish I could have paid more attention to but I was kind of like that mouse in the cartoons that is watching the unfolding of the elaborate trap the cat has made. You know, the one that includes at least one bowling ball and one iron?
Anyway, moving right along.
I'm just going to skip the work part of the new year because that's a given.
What else...what else...
Oh! Hubby and I also went grocery shopping! And this was exciting because I bought two different varieties of pomegranate juice. And ginger snaps. Something I hardly ever do. I was so worn out from the excitiment, I came home and went to bed. Whew!
Alright, I admit it - it may not sound like much fun to some people. And perhaps it's not. But, dear readers, it's all in the approach, yes? What I mean is, it doesn't matter what we do or where we are as long as we canbe with the ones we love, right?
But, yet...
I still needed something a little fun and even a bit mischievous.
What to do? What to to? I went about my daily routine and suddenly it came upon me. While I was going about the business of weeding through the books in our library, opportunity presented itself to me. I realized I was standing there with a paperback Bible in my hand and so, I did what any fun loving, mischievous keeper of books would do.
I slipped it in between Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead.
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Uhhh...Anatomically correct clock? Does this mean it has an oddly flesh-colored pendulum? If anyone would have an anatomically correct clock it would be you. Not that you would procure such a perverse item on your own. Rather it would be thrust upon you by your wayward friends or perhaps you might have found it in one of your out buildings (I seem to remember something about a Victorian Vibrator...)
I suppose I should explain.
Actually, it's an Atomic clock but the name was immediately bastardised to The Anatomically Correct Clock. It's so second nature at this point that I forget other folks might raise an eyebrow.
Now, I do find the bit about the flesh-colored pendulum rather interesting...
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