I consider New Year's Eve to be "Amateur Night". A lot of revelers decide to get bat-shit drunk, blow a party horn at midnight and then get behind the wheel of a 4,000 pound automobile to drive home.
I'm crazy, but I'm not stupid. I stay home.
Wesley's mom and sister, Sharee and Sarah, came over to ring in the New Year. We had an exciting time--watching TIVO'd Jeopardy.
Hey, knock it off!!! You may think this is dull, but it's a vicious game in our family. You can't answer the question until Alex finishes reading it, and you MUST answer in the form of a question. We are very cut-throat. We love it.
Well, that got us up to 11pm, and then we switched over to watch New Year's Rockin' Eve --for the first time in decades without the legendary Dick Clark.
Sarah was all toasty, wrapped in my Snuggy.
Red, White, or Bubbles?
We tuned to CNN to watch the Times Square Ball drop.
Waiting to ring in the New Year!!!
My first text of the year was from a Certain Someone who woke up EARLY in Norway to wish me Happy New Year!!!
(MON is our shorthand for "Middle-Of-Nowhere")
Oh, there was a lot of laughter.
(a version of Chardonnay Giggles).
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013!!!!!!!