It's 2011

Happy New Year, friends.  Were you wild and crazy last night?  Before kids my husband and I used to spend three or four crazy days and nights with about twenty of our closest friends in a tiny, two-bedroom, one-bathroom cabin in Lake Tahoe for New Years.  Amazingly good times.  Now we have babies and he has a grown up job.  Last night the girls and I hung out with some of our best friends for a little bash, but we were home by 8:30.  The night before Tony saw the worst accident of his career and asked me nicely not to drive home too late, especially on NYE. 

Anyways, my neighborhood started going crazy around 10:30.  Giant fireworks (not the little ones, but the huge up-in-the-sky ones) were lit off from about 10:30 - 1:30am.  All fireworks are illegal in my city.  I called the cops like three times.  I'm also officially the (young) old lady on the block, since I asked our neighbor's kid who was playing in the backyard to kindly stop blowing a fog horn in the direction of my not-really-sleeping daughter's bedrooms.  Needless to say it was a very, very long night.  Between two freaking out dogs, and two rudely-awoken, several time girlies I am tired.

It's 3:15 now, and my girls are taking the longest naps, and I'm still sitting here in my jammies and cozy bathrobe.  I think we might have a classy dinner from Taco Bell to finish up our celebrating.

So, this cranky, tired girl is wishing you and your family a very Happy, blessed 2011!!

{Heather in a better mood will return shortly}