Poor Rachie was sick this new year. She has another cold, her ears full of fluid. I had bought hats and horns and poppers to celebrate the New Year. Alas, everyone was in bed at a normal time and we settled for listening to the neighbor's fireworks.
However! The next night we made all sorts of goodies and invited our friends over adn spent the evening playing cards and blowing our hornes and having a great time celebrating the coming of 2011. It isn't the day or the hour that matters, my friends. It is the friends and the feeling of well being that comes from being with them. Happy New Year!
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