Happy New Year!

I had a hard time believing we were ringing in 2020 on New Year's Eve.  If it's indeed 2020, then I ain't a spring chicken anymore.  

Let's not dwell on that.

Let's dwell on the fact that Kitty made me stay up until midnight. Midnight!  I thought I was really clever and had the Times Square celebration up on the TV.  We started counting down just before 12:00 EST and I was feeling sneaky that it was only 9:00 at our house, but Kitty wouldn't know.  The countdown began, "Ten, nine, eight," when Kitty indignantly interjected, "Why are we counting down when it's only 9:00?!" 

Dang.  She knew what time it was.  Why is my 7-year-old keeping track of the time?

So there we were, a Kitty and her old fogy parents, staying up until 12:00 PST.  We rushed outside at the stroke of midnight to explode our dollar store poppers.  Someone nearby was shooting off enormous fireworks that illuminated the dark sky, and we all shouted a merry, "Happy New Year!" 

Precisely 10 seconds later I shouted, "Yea! It's time for bed!"

But it was a nice celebration.  My sister was with us so we ate loads of delicious food and watched the tube.  She didn't stay up until midnight though - she was a really old fogy and retired after the first countdown.  Some people.

I must admit that I enjoyed the celebration even though it was late for my old bones.  Hey! Let's do it again next year.

Happy 2020!