2009 was a tough year for many. I personally gave my gun to my therapist – you know, in case I get the “gloomies” again.But all of that’s going to change in 2010, when I fulfill my one and only New Year’s resolution: buy Jerry Seinfeld’s house.
They say you can’t buy happiness, and I say to “they” that you sure can buy a big, charming place with an Olympic-size pool, a guest cottage that keeps annoying relatives a safe distance away, and, best of all, your very own baseball field in the back yard. I just gotta scrape together 25 mil and it’s mine.
Happy New Year. To me.
