What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?
The “returns and exchanges” line was moving slowly and my patience was running thin. A familiar voice from behind me asked, “What’s wrong, Moose, didn’t Omar the Tentmaker make your new Christmas jammies large enough?” I turned around to see my irascible buddy, Ebenezeer Griper, and his trademark sneer. “Actually, Eb, my new panty hose don’t fit.” Eb looked as though he was going to be ill. “You’ve got a sick sense of humor, you know that?” “Know it? I’m proud of it.” Eb shivered and changed the subject. “So I suppose you and the missus are planning a ...