Had a good ol' fashion bonfire last night for New Years. We invited several good friends to the metal mansion in the hills, ate chili, drank like fish, and laughed a lot. In fact, one friend had one too many and puked right by the ol' fire. I'm guessing her resolution will have something to do with not drinking so much. It's just a guess.
The cops only showed up twice. P had his Tahoe cranked up and it was rattling the windows inside our house. I can't imagine what the neighbors thought. I mean, it was New Year's Eve.
We cooked black eyed peas, chicken, broccoli, and a salad this afternoon. We threw the extra green food in there for some major money luck. I ate an extra helping of peas just to be safe. Lord knows I need all the luck and money I can get these days. Did I mention I'm being audited by the IRS? I need luck...BAD.
Well, Happy New Year everybody! I hope this year is better than the last!
