Out with the old and in with the new...
Maybe. I kind of like collectin' old...things. Ha.
Anyhow, I'm only up a little earlier than normal even though I was awake way later than anyone with sense should have been. No, I didn't make it all the way to midnight. Margie and I fell asleep on the sofa together under that big ol' quilt of mine while watchin' Footloose.
I ain't got a clue what Anrai and Jack and the rest of them were doin'.
We kept things quiet this year, really. Had a few friends over for dinner and then Margene had to go and pull out a bunch of board games. I swear, she knows what's in my hall closet better than I do most days. Anrai has too much artistic do-whattery to play pictionary with the rest of us. He makes pretty pictures and the everyone else makes stick figures with severe physical liabilities. And no, I don't give a damn what Jack says, that was too an elephant and not no...oh I don't even remember what he said it looked like but it was perverted and Margie and my idiot Irish husband about laughed themselves sick over it.
I bailed on the damned fools when they busted out the playin' cards. I like poker but they were playin' for cookies and the remains of my Christmas candy, not cash. I am so sick of peppermint M&Ms that the thought of collectin' the little pieces of chocolate doom made me want to gag. So Margene and I watched movies and insisted on givin' Bump MacEibhir a runnin' commentary half the time. I swear you'd have thought she'd been drinkin' a hell of a lot more than she was.
Anrai woke me up round about midnight to give me a kiss, the damned fool. He's sweet but I probably would have told him to go eat dirt if he hadn't been intent on tuckin' me into bed too. Bless him. Nice, warm bed with all my pillows and blankets. And no Harvard. I guess he went down the hall to climb in bed with Margie in the guest room. Ain't never realized how much room that throw rug took up in bed until recently. Space is at a premium and half the time I'd rather Anrai not be hoggin' it let alone that furry critter.
That was New Year's in a nutshell. Now I'm goin' to go figure out who all and how many stayed over last night and then start makin' breakfast. I ain't goin' to even argue with Anrai about keepin' my butt in the house today. He and the rest of the hands can take care of the horses.
Hope y'all had a good one last night.
Anyhow, I'm only up a little earlier than normal even though I was awake way later than anyone with sense should have been. No, I didn't make it all the way to midnight. Margie and I fell asleep on the sofa together under that big ol' quilt of mine while watchin' Footloose.
I ain't got a clue what Anrai and Jack and the rest of them were doin'.
We kept things quiet this year, really. Had a few friends over for dinner and then Margene had to go and pull out a bunch of board games. I swear, she knows what's in my hall closet better than I do most days. Anrai has too much artistic do-whattery to play pictionary with the rest of us. He makes pretty pictures and the everyone else makes stick figures with severe physical liabilities. And no, I don't give a damn what Jack says, that was too an elephant and not no...oh I don't even remember what he said it looked like but it was perverted and Margie and my idiot Irish husband about laughed themselves sick over it.
I bailed on the damned fools when they busted out the playin' cards. I like poker but they were playin' for cookies and the remains of my Christmas candy, not cash. I am so sick of peppermint M&Ms that the thought of collectin' the little pieces of chocolate doom made me want to gag. So Margene and I watched movies and insisted on givin' Bump MacEibhir a runnin' commentary half the time. I swear you'd have thought she'd been drinkin' a hell of a lot more than she was.
Anrai woke me up round about midnight to give me a kiss, the damned fool. He's sweet but I probably would have told him to go eat dirt if he hadn't been intent on tuckin' me into bed too. Bless him. Nice, warm bed with all my pillows and blankets. And no Harvard. I guess he went down the hall to climb in bed with Margie in the guest room. Ain't never realized how much room that throw rug took up in bed until recently. Space is at a premium and half the time I'd rather Anrai not be hoggin' it let alone that furry critter.
That was New Year's in a nutshell. Now I'm goin' to go figure out who all and how many stayed over last night and then start makin' breakfast. I ain't goin' to even argue with Anrai about keepin' my butt in the house today. He and the rest of the hands can take care of the horses.
Hope y'all had a good one last night.