We always did the same thing...let the dads have quality time with their daughters (after they were born), while the gals would go shopping for a sparkly, shiny, New Year's Eve-y perfect outfit. We'd go to dozens of stores, try on hundreds of things, and then go home, nap, and then make ourselves beautiful. Then dinner out somewhere, and then, for many years, to Libations for martinis and cigars until the New Year rang in. So much fun. So much dancing. So many drinks.
This year, not so much. Organic Kid is getting over a cold. Organic Guy is experiencing the same stress EVERY general contractor is in the current economy, so he has terrible insomnia. We stayed home. Organic Guy went to bed about 8:30. Organic Kid and I played many, many games. Pente. Stratego. National Geographic Geo Bee. Rummy. Yahtzee. At 11-ish, we turned on the TV to make sure we didn't miss the big event. At about 11:45, Organic Guy came out to the living room. We all piled into the big purple chair, and snuggled each other for a happy New Year.
Then, today. This has been great. Relaxed. More games to be played. A big breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon. Coffee and/or hot chocolate. Organic Guy put on a pork loin to roast, and is currently making the collards and black eyed peas for a traditional southern New Year's dinner. And, best of all, this:
I still love my Huskers. And the whole first half of the Gator Bowl, they made me sweat. But they pulled it off, and my house was ringing with "Go Big Red!!" and "HENERY!!" (we love the kicker 'round here, for some reason)
Happy New Year, y'all. Health and happiness and wishes coming true for all of you.
