Incidental drinking is commonplace, like burritos from the taco wagon, while purposeful drinking is special, like Saturday pancakes. Funny things tend to happen. For instance, we made our New Year's resolutions, which included watching La Dolce Vita and loving Luna more.
"It's not even 11 yet."
"I guess we still have a lot of drinking to do."
We took pictures and put on all of our winter clothes. We flossed with scarves and scooped sand from the ottoman. Luna rolled her eyes at us and will probably be calling Cat Protective Services to seek revenge in her teenage angst.
Christmas is dead to us. Every carol is now a funeral march, composed to evoke stoicism. The tree is a gravestone: we burried Christmas in the floorboards, and she's starting to smell.
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