While work is still kicking my buttocks from border (CT) to border (NY) to border (MA) to border (RI) to border (Atlantic Ocean/Long Island Sound), I did say I would see everyone on the flipside of 2015. Guess what, this is the flipside of 2015, although I'm sure everyone is going "Wasssssssssssoooooooop! Pash me shat boddle of Johnny Walkin'-drunkingly-towards-the-side-the-road-for-the-old-heave-ho!...oh no....excuse me!....." two days after experiencing the mother of all parties as it pertains to your tiny slice of whatever world revolves around you.
Anywho, I spent some time going through Cedar's Mountain for a few retrospective posts to share with everyone, but I came up empty. However, I did find some wickedly nasty and incredibly funny posts from the various January's of 2009 thru 2014, so I may resurrect those C.M.'s blast from the past series in the coming months.
Undaunted by my failure to find any retro posts, I reopened the draft version of this post with the full intention of writing a retrospective of 2014. However, after spending a couple of minutes going through my memory banks, I realized that if I did that, this post would turn into the Big Daddy/Big Mother/FusterCluck of a rant, the likes of which has never been seen in all of its infantile glory in the past 7 years of my blogging existence.
Crinkling my nose at the thought of giving people cannon fodder to crucify me with at work or in the cyberworld, I quickly circular filed that idea toot-sweet.
With nothing left in the tank for twisted verbiage to share today, I leave everyone going into the long weekend with a song from a very strange group that my brother showed me the other day at his house. The name of the band is Ylvis and the song is What Does A Fox Say?
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