Merry Happy Jingle Chestnuts

It’s not over yet but 2017 was the year I fully embraced the Stoli. And this will be my first Christmas without turkey. I refuse to get rid of the vodka that’s taking up shelf room in my freezer to make room for a Butterball. Watching Trump peck and scratch his way to obscurity is turkey enough for me.

The field reporters for The Nudge Wink Report did a stellar job this year, blogging about this, that, and the other thing. We managed to find the funny every week, without missing…okay, we missed a few. Like that time Dave showed up wearing…huh. Just realized I can’t tell that story. Or any of the other reasons some of us missed our deadlines this year. *nudge, wink*

Management is so impressed relieved that we keep turning up even though the coffee around here comes FROM A CAN, they’ve given us the rest of the year off to go forth and be joyful. To find the reason for the season. To jingle our bells. Or to pinch the Grinch. Whatever toasts our chestnuts.

In Memoriam: 2017

Image source: Vinny Lingham

I have a few words I’d like to say about my close, personal friend, 2017. I’ll start with: “Suck it.”

It goes downhill from there.

2016 – See ya! Wouldn’t want to be ya!

Hello world! Blogdramedy here reporting somewhat alive, like the walking dead, from a really grotty dive motel in downtown Cleveland. After a week here with staff, I can tell you…the place stinks!

Kind of like 2016, which I now refer to as the year that smelled like butt.