Happy 2011!

The new year held high expectations for me. Waking to a phone call from the bar letting me know they had my pants and “…what do you want us to do with all this body glitter?” was not among them.

Kidding.

I’ve never been one for celebrating New Year’s Eve. At all. I like cocktails with friends, sure, but if we’re up at midnight at some club it better be because we’re cataloging stories that make our mothers sprint to confession on our behalf.

So it was a few movies with Alpha and Beta (Cute Redhead and The Princess of Space, Time, and Dimension are traveling), and off to bed well before the striking of any clock.

And then up early enough to see the sun peak over the hill and announce itself on the peak next door (not an interesting photo at all, granted). After which I thought I’d go in and peak on the boys…all curled up and still fast asleep with their teddy bears.

…wait. That’s not a teddy bear.

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