It is already past midnight in other parts of the world and no apocalypse yet. Of course, maybe that is because the end of the world will be on Mayan time, which I am guessing is the same time zone as Guatamala, since that is where the Mayan capital, Tikal, existed. And that corresponds to our own Central Time Zone. So, just in case it still is going to happen, to all the people who have visited here from the Internet . . .
And, just in case . . . I'm eating dessert tonight. I'm going out BIG!
Reminds me of my mother's story of the night of October 22, 1962 when President Kennedy broadcast to the nation how he gave the Soviets an ultimatum to remove missiles from Cuba. She and my Dad listened to the broadcast and her first reaction was . . . anger. Anger - I mean, Full Bronx Pissed - that the world could end that night in a nuclear holocaust and she had spent her afternoon ironing. As Ma described it, "Jesus Christ, if I knew my life was ending that night, ya think I would have spent my last hours ironing your father's handkerchiefs?!?!" So she told my dad to grab me (18 months) and my sister (almost 5) and that we would all sleep together as a family in one bed, so if those Godless Commies launched a nuclear missile at New York City, we would die together as a family.
You know, anything can happen. Live life to its fullest. Use Kleenex so you won't be caught spending your last moments doing something mundane. Have a non-diet soda - in fact, go all out and have a milkshake tonight. Drink caffeinated coffee. Make love to your spouse. Hug your kids. For once, let the dog up on the sofa. Use the good china.
Go out with a smile . . .