Me (The Daddy)
The Bean: Age 8
The Butterfly: Age 6
The Darling Wife
OK, so now I'm officially old.
For the first time in recent memory, the DW and I had no New Years Eve plans. Our typical festivities generally involved going to our friends Mountain House, drinking a lot of bubbly, and making big explosions with Contraband Fireworks in his driveway.
This wasn't on the table this year.
Instead, we had no plans. Thus, we attempted to make the best of it.
The Bean and The Butterfly made pizzas. They kneaded the dough, glopped pizza sauce, and covered it in cheese. They make a mean pizza.
OK, they make horrible pizzas, but they like them all the same. Or at least, pretend to.
I try to make Omaha Steaks. I mess these up pretty bad. Apparently, you're supposed to thaw them first.
I also try to make Omaha Steaks' Potatoes Au Gratin. Apparently, you're not supposed to thaw these.
The DW and I open Big Time Wine. A 15-year-old Napa Cabernet. The DW turns her nose up.
We watch a movie with the kids - Shrek XVII, I think.
When it's time for the ball to drop, The Bean and The Butterfly are screaming. At each other.
The DW makes us watch the Times Square Ball drop on Fox News. This I cannot explain.
The Bean is in hysterics. As the time winds down, she has locked herself in the pantry, desperately trying to find party hats. She emerges, finally, with leftover Tinkerbell hats from one of her birthday parties.
I snap one on.
We have TIVO'd the ball coming down, so The Bean and The Butterfly shout Happy New Year at around 12:07.
The DW misses this. She is fast asleep.
Happy New Year! Good for you for being awake... we were all sick and just went to bed.
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