I wish for collective sanity - as a country. We'alls fuckered sometimes.
I wish for Johnny Manziel to have a lineman dropped on his head.
I wish it was not -16degF . I want to take my dog for a walk.
I wish for a bowl win tomorrow, Bucky Badger vs the So. Carolina Hicks. I wish for at least one Packer playoff victory, out of a deep personal dislike for the criminal Harbaugh, but for the Packers' Defensive Coordinator, Mr. Dom 'The Colander' Capers, to be unemployed, ummm, tomorrow.
I have personal goals and work goals and I wish to make progress towards all.
I wish to meet anyone who reads and enjoys my drivel IRL and buy them a beer. Or seventeen.
I wish for Phil Robertson to be eaten by ducks.
I wish to make my wife happy.
I wish to catch too many fish to eat. (Ice fishing vacation in two weeks, W00t!!1!!)
I wish for my weight in gold. (Sorry. Couldn't help it.)
I wish for all of you to see something you cannot un-see:
- Headphone hat, for the dude what needs tunes whilst shoveling
- I'm a REDSHIRT! Been nice knowing everyone. Also, I'm an enormous nerd and apparently my in-laws know this.
- Despicable Me - loves me some Minions. See also no. 2.
- 21 YO limited edition Lismore Legend single malt, unfortunately marked incorrectly, that is, marked into our price range, by a store that will have difficulty reconciling its December books.
Happy New Year Everybody!!!