So, I will spend the month of December irregularly updating you on what is in for the coming new year, and what is out from the old year. Let us begin.
Monkey and I are in love with Tempranillo, a hot Spanish wine. Had we any money in reserve, we would be off to Seville, Barcelona, Madrid, in a heart beat, truly living the Hemingway-esque expatriate life. Alas, it is not to be. Last year's boffo trip to Italy put us out of the running for any but domestic travel (and that, mostly by auto) for the foreseeable future. But, until we are uncorking some fine Spanish wine on the shores of the Mediterranean, this is the place to WANT to be.
It's the new 20! How many MIPs can I rack up before I turn 41?
OUT: 30s, 20s, teens, tweens, toddlers, infants, newborns
As Tony's boss tells him in Saturday Night Fever: "You don't fuck the future. The future fucks you."
Stay tuned for more....