A brand new day, a brand new year, a brand new me?
I am the same old girl I was yesterday and last year.
Didn’t even get dressed.
Just hung out with the cats and ate treats.
All bad stuff.
Then plopped, or I should say, flopped down on the couch and watched the Eagles and the Cowboys.
Too bad the cats found me.
One on my chest, one on my legs.
They were so warm and cozy that I fell asleep, and missed the last quarter of the game.
So much for any New Year resolutions.
Good thing I didn’t make any.
I hope the beer stores are open tomorrow.
I have a feeling I will be parched by then.
No, I didn’t see the ball drop.
No, I didn’t open a bottle of wine, to toast to the New Year.
No, I did not go out to a party and dance the night away.
It was the night before New Year and all through the house, not a creature was stirring,
not even a chicken butt.
The cats were all sound asleep in my bed, while visions of temptations danced through their heads.
I jumped into bed, turned on the TV, fell asleep while watching my fav channel: ID.
I had a wonderful time, I might add.
I like being a ridiculous bum once in a while.
I think I might try it again tomorrow.
Happy New Year!!