Feathers For Your Nest

A few nights ago, my 9 year old, Isabelle,  showed more excitement over the clock’s ticking than anyone else.  I don’t know about you, but I’m becoming a bit jaded about whether it’s really fun to stay up or not for New Years Eve.  However, because of her youthful exuberance, my husband and I decided to humor her and celebrate.  We bought the hats, horns (wish I hadn’t let those out of the bag so early), party poppers, and streamers.  We settled down to watch the central standard time zone countdown from Chicago with its B-rated musicians (I guess Dick Clark pays more) and local news anchors making fools of themselves.  As soon as the clock hit 12, Isy started screaming, “Happy New Year!”  and ran outside.  Our house still has streamers wedged in between the cushions and smooshed into the carpet.  I think one of the dogs had a piece dangling off her mouth.  Good times.   I hope you were able to celebrate as joyfully as Isabelle did, but I’d recommend getting your streamers picked up before it shows (or throws) up in a hairball from your cat, like mine just did!  O good grief!

Happy New Year!