Used to be on New Year's Eve — in the old days — I'd buy a new dress, strap on snappy shoes and go out.
Now, I'm just old.
New Year's is a special time for the hub and me, it's when we started officially dating. We would make special dinner plans and then hit our friends' rockin' party, always a crazy, good time. Back in 1999, when I was hugely pregnant and we begged off that year's shindig, party guests streaked through the streets of their affluent neighborhood. Everyone's thankful I missed that one.
This year, we're stayin' in. Again.
Friends are coming over with freshly-made tamales, and we're having game night with the new XBox 360 Kinect. Instead of the snappy B. Makowsky wedges, I'll be wearing these scruffy, fuzzy Steve Madden slippers.
Happy, happy, safe New Year to all of you in Bloggerland! Have a good one. See you next year.
1 comment:
That's our plan too. Eating a bunch of stuff that is bad for us and waiting for the fireworks at the country club. In jammies.
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