As the eve of the New Year approached, Sissy began hassling her dear old parents about what our plans were for celebrating. She hasn't forgiven us for watching Field of Dreams last year and was finagling for something extra exciting. (Side note: Sissy pronounces 'finagle' with a short A sound. She thinks it's funny. I happen to agree and have started doing it to fit in with the cool kids.) ANYWAY, Sissy was being a hassler about my ancient rituals.
Ok, ok. I get it. I'm old. You don't want to do something boring.
I got it! We'll watch a documentary!
Sissy spent the majority of the day like this:
And then the remainder of the nighttime hours like this:
Mykey and I indulged in what is our now traditional New Year's Eve feast: bacon jam dip, meatballs, deviled eggs, and Muddy Buddies for dessert while we watched our black and white silent movie.
Oh, and Sissy had chicken nuggies because she didn't like my menu. Psssh.
So there we were, enjoying a delightful documentary about Christopher Reeve while Sissy played Nintendo and Baby slept like a baby. I managed to only be slightly tired by midnight thanks to the 17 Diet Pepsis I gurgled down.
At midnight we watched the ball drop, blew our horns, Sissy danced her special dance, and away we soared to sleepy town. Perfection.
Happy New Year!
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