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Pull Up Your Goddamn Pants: Feminine Edition

New Year's Day

A cold front is moving in to the area, the temperature is dropping, the wind is picking up.

Well, that's as it should be, I guess; after all, it's winter here in the Mid-Atlantic and it ought to be cold.

We were out late last night, ringing in the new year with my sister, her husband, and his sister. We had a great dinner at a local Tex-Mex joint, closing the joint down at about 9:30, and then went back to my sister's house for dessert, champagne, and ball dropping. Then we watched the encore presentation of the third period of the Caps comeback against the Blue Jackets! (You knew I was going to work hockey into this somehow, didn't you?)

Joe was up before I was this morning, so I got to wake up to the bodacious aroma of fresh coffee brewing. Now that's the way to start the new year!

We recently got back from a drive, just a drive to get out of the house before the warm-ish weather and the sunshine beat feet in front of the cold. We stopped at a High's Dairy Store to get a cup of coffee and a treat, then moseyed on back home on the back roads and byways. We managed to annoy a motocyclist who wanted to feel the wind in his hair (and the bugs in his teeth), but could not because we were driving rather sanely.

Oh well. He passed us as soon as he could, and Godspeed to him!

I enjoy these lazy, quiet Sundays, regardless of the day of the year. There's football on, of course, but I am watching the Marx Brothers marathon. Even though I can practically recite these movies by heart, I still love 'em.

Swordfish!

 

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