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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, every creature was stirring except for my spouse. He sprawled on the couch, drinking beer after beer, along with Uncle Timmy, who kept yelling "Cheers!" "It's the Twelve Beers of Christmas," he said with a grin. And we're staying all week? Oh please, where's the gin? The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care because there were no stockings of any kind there. I'd ordered online with "Economy Shipping," but no packages arr ...

Seriously, I just realized earlier today that I wrote an entire blog talking about how I'm 53. I'm 54. How do you spell denial? Personally, I love aging. I was never a hot chick in a bikini anyway so I don't really know what it's like to feel devastated now that my breasts touch my belly button. They were halfway there when I was nine. Maybe I just forgot that I'm 54. God knows I forget a whole lot of other stuff. This all comes to the forefront because I've recently watched that Sti ...