Good.
They are the entertainment and that's all they'll ever be. We decide who gets to shine and who doesn't, not them.
Them coming or not is of no significant; a reflection on the fact that primitives are of no real life significance.
I dunno. I'd like to have a little bit of excitement here New Year's Eve, as I'll be frozen in (forecast high of -8, with 40 mph winds).
I haven't made a
final decision yet, but I'm contemplating a
possible Margaret Carter-Bartholomew Scott award, the "Peggy & Barry," for the most-annoying primitive(s).
If I do it, and if it flies, we can put it up for popular vote next year; because of the pressures of time, this first time, I'd have to determine the winner(s) myself, after a quick consultation with Mr. Wiggum.
I'm not promising; I'm just saying I'll think about it.