We made it!
Funny old people that we are, we are most content to spend New Year’s Eve at home on the farm. Safe inside and off the roads, we shared some chips and dips, made up some hamburgers from home-ground beef brisket (brisket makes the best hamburger you ever ate!), let the grease, mayonnaise and mustard run down our arms and the onions inch out from the buns, tipped a glass of bubbly at midnight, and kissed one another into the New Year. Oh, and we let off $1 worth of party poppers before falling asleep. Whoopee!
Best to you all in 2008. It’s the only 2008 we’ll have, so let’s make the most of it.