Once upon a time, in the halcyon days of the late nineties, I may or may not have celebrated New Year's Eve at parties, dancing to ABBA, wearing roller skates, all while drinking champagne directly from the bottle. Hypothetically.
These days, my New Year's festivities look a bit more like this:
I'm folding laundry, drinking coffee and watching cartoons with this girl:
The cartoons are from "The Golden Age of Animation" giant four-disc set, a Christmas gift from Auntie Pirt (Hi, Auntie Pirt!).
Ellie loves them, and, though most are charming, a few of the cartoons are wildly weird, moderately disturbing, and chock-full of old-timey violence. Shotguns feature heavily.
So, yes, things are pretty quiet around here. Though, on an exciting note, I'm starting the year with a squeaky clean fridge. Sex-ay.
Wait a minute...what's that back behind the heavy cream and applesauce?
Oh, my. You get me some "Fernando" and a pair of size-10 roller skates, and we've got ourselves a party. See you in '08, baby.