New Years Eve
It’s groddy outside. Yes, I said *groddy*.
Because it is damp, sorta cool, sorta warm. I need to blow leaves but feel more like taking a nap. The Hubby called from Frankfurt about 2:30 this morning to let me know he’d landed safely… no word about taking off for the next leg of his trip =S.
Groddiness and nap-time aside, I was able to accomplish a bit this morning:
Got my own special homemade from scratch cornbread made (= health)
Corned Beef Brisket and Cabbage (= wealth) is simmering;
Hoppin’ John is simmering as well (black-eyed peas = good luck)
So I’m set for my midnight pea-party tonight even if I am having to spend it alone. It willl *not* turn into a pity party… unless I drink too much merlot…
This bottle of ‘Sweet Bitch’ is awesome… a Chilean Merlot; gives a sweet bite to your nose as you inhale right before experiencing it’s smooth, fruity flavor as it races over your tongue.