"Old" 2009 and Kitten 2010I really enjoy the whole passing the crown to the baby new year gambit. Probably because of the "Rudolph Saves Baby New Year" animagic/claymation special I saw every year growing up. Or maybe just because it's a fun idea. Conjures images of office parties gone awry. No on wants to see Jones from accounting in a diaper and sash but when the alcohol starts flowing you never know what will happen.
happy new yearAn installment in the Surly Kitty Chronicles for all those out there riding the morning after hangover express to hell. Here's hoping at least that you got the day off to wallow in champagne's revenge.
Ahh. Those were the days. Champagne alone in your living room is apparently considered "unhealthy" - whatever. Maybe next year I'll take the time to find some fellow hooligans with which to welcome the new year completely blotto. No party like the one you can only vaguely remember.
Too old to booze the night away anymore, but not too old to grab that hook.
Hook on! (with quiet yarn)
C
Ahh. Those were the days. Champagne alone in your living room is apparently considered "unhealthy" - whatever. Maybe next year I'll take the time to find some fellow hooligans with which to welcome the new year completely blotto. No party like the one you can only vaguely remember.
Too old to booze the night away anymore, but not too old to grab that hook.
Hook on! (with quiet yarn)
C
2 comments:
I hooked a New Years Eve also :-) Oh yeah, I also watched the grandson! LOL! Times sure have changed. Happy New Year!
Just feel so domesticated - until the arthritic ankle gets cold and then I'm glad to be cuddled up under the "granny afghan". Hmm "Grannyghan"?
tee hee
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