I hate December because I constantly think about all the trees that have been cut down to be used as wrapping paper, which is hardly an honorable way to be used-- to be the thing that obscures the other thing-- and then I think about all the trees I've murdered by assigning essays and it makes me not want to assign any . . . but at least that can sometimes be an honorable way to go, you might die as an "A"-- and then, of course, there is the least honorable way of all, rolled around a tube and waiting patiently to be used and flushed.

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cat said...

AHHH! The wonderful, joy-filled holiday season begins in our home with our very own Scrooge.

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