Keep a bunch o' good thoughts for people out there, like my son, who have no job and are "forced" to live with mom and dad. He should count his blessings, right? You can cut the depression with a knife.
Darn it all....I will put up the old Christmas tree, go to midnight mass and cook Christmas dinner. Life goes on.
Merry Christmas to all out there and forgive my grumpy rant.
Fingernails are great cause they let you hang on :0