We don't go out on New Year's Eve. I haven't gone anywhere in years.
Tonight, I made a twenty pound lasagna, rumaki for munchies and Martin made some garlic bread. Margaret and Peter, the in-laws, came over for dinner. Sam, my other husband, is also here. We have some movies to watch.
Champagne is in the fridge.
Time to kiss this shitty year good-bye.
After three days of drinking, I just want smidge of that 20 pound lasagna. Can you wrap some up and overnight it?
As long as the FedEx guy is willing to bring it to me here on the couch; I don't think I have the energy to answer the door.
Posted by: Brian | January 02, 2005 at 05:22 PM