Auld Lang Syne

Happy New Yearsssssniiiiiifffff!! I have the avian flu. It aviated from Ohio by way of my in-laws. I’ve been able to fend off every germ and bug that my little Petri dishes have brought home from school since the summer just by using Airborne but these are serious mid-west germs that were packin’ heat…or something like that.

We had ten fun-filled days with family in town and we survived to tell about it! It helps everyone in the mix that when they come to visit, they rent a condo down at the beach. Vacation for them and our house stays somewhat normal during the routine hours of the late pm and early morn. If not, I think I’d be typing this with a pencil wedged in my teeth pecking away at keys while strapped to a bed in a mental hospital lined up next to the rest of the family. That could be fun too.

As usual, there was way too much. An abundance of food and chocolate and gifts. There was an abundance of wine, but that’s still sitting in the wine rack minus one bottle that HAD to be opened for Christmas dinner for my mom and I to share: Click here. Seriously. So funny I had to buy it and it was pretty good stuff. The inlaws aren’t drinkers so we had to sneak into the closet to get tipsy have cider instead.

Depending on my avian flu, there is a party planned for tonight. I’m such a wild child that I have to get my party on or it’s just not New Year’s Eve. Or maybe it’s because one of my best friends is in town from North Cackilacky and threatened my life if I didn’t spend the evening whooping it up with her and some mutual friends…I can’t remember. Tomorrow brings new, crisp calendars and blank sheets ready for new goals. Christmas will be put away with ideas to make it better and more organized for next year. Time to break out the dust rags and the linen scented air freshener and pack away the pine and cinnamon.

A new beginning for all.