A Literary Cocktail is moving to its new home at:

aliterarycocktail.blogspot.com

I do hope some of you will stop over and have a look.

Warmest regards,


Irene

Apologies to The Devoted Three and others. Your humble correspondent has been less than chipper since the start of the New Year, and the strain of staying awake at least 8 hours a day, and multitasking things like breathing and walking, has taken its toll. But let’s not dwell on these things. My apologies for last week’s silence and on to the next bit.

I have only three real goals for 2009. The first is to be more active. Challenging my daughter to Wii Tennis and Wii Golf until...

Welcome back everyone! I hope this finds the Devoted Three all safe and sound and hopefully not too broke. So, what did Irene do over her hols? Lots of reading, of course, a responsible amount of imbibing, and suffered through the worst personal disaster a hard-working, 21st Century , Angeleno can live through (more on that later).

First to the reading! All sorts of books in my stocking this year. I fell further in love with Tim Gunn after reading his “Guide to Style, Quality...

Back home, Kat had boxed up enough ornaments off of our tree to decorate any three. Life with our father had produced in us the desire, perhaps even the need, to celebrate even little occasions and to celebrate big occasions in as much grand style as we could afford. We figured we were owed. She had also plated up some of the Christmas cookies we’d baked a day or so before and was wrapping them in saran tied with curling ribbon.

“They’re out,” she informed me. “That Son of a Bitch...

Greetings of the season to my Three Devoted Readers and everyone else! Before we put A Literary Cocktail to bed for the year, a few words, and a brief introduction. My thanks and affection to all who made this year so memorable:

My family at The Hell Hole –

Moto. You put up with so much from us, and all you demand is we keep doing it. We owe you a great debt and it will take years of making you miserable for us to repay it.

Uncle Billy. You sweet darling cold-blooded

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