Happy Grumpy New Year

One lightly used Sam for sale. For some reason he's been really grumpy this morning. Maybe he's mad that we didn't let him stay up until midnight, drink champagne, watch the ball drop, and then watch the fireworks. Or maybe we're grumpy because we did stay up until midnight, drink champagne, watch the ball drop, and give the fireworks a least a passing glance. Of course we did it at home. Ah yes, another exciting New Years Eve here in Vermont. One of these years we'll have to go out and party but for some reason I'm in no rush. I must be old. Oh wait, I am old.

We did however, both admit that we're not all that fond of champagne and don't really understand the appeal. Half the bottle is still here and I suspect that it might get tossed.

No real resolutions in this neck of the woods...we must be perfect the way we are. Well, Sam might have a resolution to become a scooter mechanic some day. You can see he's very skilled. His rate is only $40/hr which is less than the average car mechanic.

Oh, see all those refrigerator magnets? They're no longer there but are in isolation until Sam decides that they don't need to be flung around the room. He's not all that happy about it either. It's been a very hard new year for him so far; he can't make a snowman because the snow is uncooperative and the snow angels he made aren't a good substitute, I wouldn't take him to the airport so he could watch airplanes "TAKE OFF!" and "LAND!", I still won't let him run around the house eating, and I took his yogurt away after he decided to decorate the table rather than eat it. I'm so mean.