A new year. We curmudgeons yawn. The years creep along - not unlike us.
I used to host a rather large New Year's party (well, I sort of appeared at my Sainted wife's said party..) and I would make a real big deal of the New Year - champagne, helium balloons, noise makers, kissing every female in attendance: you know, the usual.
These days? If I stay awake until midnight, it's a New Year's miracle.
No comments :
Post a Comment