My apartment complex has ruled that nothing can be hung or attached to the balcony railings, so my lights have to come down. Apparently decorations detract from the image of the community. Piffle. There were a lot more this year than last year, which I thought looked great. But there are still my windows.
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The Cincinnati Pops concert with Morgan James was amazing. So glad we went. But it is 12 degrees and I am not going back out, not even 1/2 mile to Tim's BFF's house. So it is 11 p.m. and we are eating pizza. I kind of want to go to bed, but I also feel honor-bound to stay up until midnight to see this damn year out the door.
Just how big are we talking for those windows, Connie?
My New Year's Eve was spent petting alley cats, cleaning house, getting laid, going out for a yummy sushi dinner, and seeing Justice League again. Not sure I'll be able to stay awake until midnight though.
Just how big are we talking for those windows, Connie?
Who could object to my single string of lights after that?
And the fireworks begin in the church parking lot across the street.
I think Matt buried the lede there.
Right?
2017, begone! 2018, do better!
I cleared out one pile of papers, wrote out 12 cards, ate leftovers, washed dishes, put clean flannel sheets on the bed, vacuumed the back room, and in a panic verified that I off work tomorrow.
Oh and I deleted a long forgotten blog and started a to do list for tomorrow.
I'm headed to bed, it's cold and I need to get my body back on schedule.
Happy New Years all!
HAPPY NEW YEAR, BUFFISTAS!
Matt totally buried the lede there!!
I had people over—mostly my close friends, just a handful of others. Max was probably 12? But they left before 1am but are coming back for breakfast in the morning.