It's once again that time of year when I post the first sentence of the first post of each month, for no really good reason:
January: Last year at this time (the last day of school vacation), I was just as eager to pack up those backpacks and lunchboxes as ever.
May: Legend has it that every time the phone rang, Dorothy Parker sneered, "What fresh hell is this?"
June: 1. Wild Horses (live) - Elvis Costello and Lucinda Williams
August: It must be Rolling Stones week around here.
September: We rented "Fever Pitch" mainly for Steph, who has already become our family's most obsessive Red Sox fan, but we all ended up enjoying it.
November: Gah, my kids got to school today and felt like the only ones without Varitek's autograph on something.
December: It's the first day of December, and Mr. Jones* has assumed his hibernal perch on the shelf over the now-active radiator in the kitchen: