I made something new for dinner last night; my own little concoction. Everyone licked their plates clean and rubbed their bellies. Also, no one got food poisoning thereby placing that dinner squarely in the win column according to my play book – all nice and centered in it’s own column; written in loopy handwriting.
Yeah I know, most gals would’ve just sealed up the leftovers and called it a night. But me? Nooooo, I have some narcissistic need to tell the entire Internet that I GAVE MY FAMILY A HOT MEAL!
The final hours of 2009 will probably find us in bed, with cocktails, watching Arrested Development episodes on Hulu.com, because Ben and I know how to rock out a PAHR-TEY. There may also be bowls of butter pecan ice-cream involved, but we’ll have to see where the night takes us.
I hope you spend the rest of 2009 doing something you love, with someone you love. Or at least ingesting anything you’ve designated as contraband in 2010. And I don’t mean to imply that’s what I’ll be doing tonight since I’ll continue consuming booze and ice cream in 2010. Because really, this life is just too full of tax returns and pap smears to cast out such simple pleasures.
Happy New Year everyone.
