Today feels like a good time to write a four line poem about a: New Year's Eve party.
Work alternated between busy and quiet this morning, but I hope that most of what was left when my shift ended managed to be sold before closing.
Parties were good. Ended up going to Kat's parents place first, then to Shannon's party. Max was excited to have two dinners, but then he ate so much at Grandma and Papa's that he didn't want to eat anything at Shannon's.
Happy New Year's to you guys. I hope 2017 is a good one for all of us.
A new year approaches
On drunken, stumbling feet,
Bringing new challenges
I am not prepared to meet...