End of the Year Baaa!

Bunches of people have gone before me. Possible one or two will follow. I've never really been very good at keeping up with fashion. ;-) I liked Leone's take on the organization of it, so I'm stealing her idea.

1) Harken back to your archives.
2) Collect the first sentence you wrote every month for the whole year.
3) Entertain us.

Please note: started this on the 28th. Yes, I'm slow. Added my noirbettie award (squee!) and re-added a weight-loss ticker majiggy down there at the bottom. As I was driving in to work this morning I heard on the news that another Canadian soldier was killed in Afghanistan this morning. Stolen from The Spawnkitty and Chuck. OK, so it's time to get the unhappy post off the top of the blog. Yesterday Fred's cat Sparkie died. There has been a flurry of career activity lately in the little cubefarm where I spend my days. It's been an interesting few weeks. Jeff is a soldier. Which makes me thirty-three today. Today is day three of riding the bus. I am eating a sammich.

Well, that wasn't very interesting. Let's see what happens when I put together the titles of the final post of each month.

Gettin' knitty with it. Ninja name generators. More responsibility. What's the opposite of Spring Fever? Better. Joss Wedon's Speech at Equality Now Awards Ceremongy. Ten days of freedom. My chin hurts. I'm tired of crying. Sweet lethe. Much better, thank you. End of the year baaa!

Only marginally more interesting, aside from my inability to spell. Wedon? Ceremongy? Oy. Somebody get me some Bailey's.