Since my hubby is out of town, it was just my daughter and I for New Year's Eve and we celebrated in style. Junk food, a few rounds of UNO, movies, and playing Littlest Pet Shop did the trick.
And around 2 a.m., I had the most delightful surprise. My cat, Slick, came into my bedroom with a present - a dead mouse. AAAAGHHH! While I am certainly glad he caught it, I didn't appreciate him playing with it in my room, so I had to take it away from him and throw it outside. But this means I have mice in my house and that displeases me intensely. As this is a rental house, however, I am going to have my landlady call the exterminator. Ha! I will let them figure out where the little buggers are getting in.
Happy New Year!