As the final few hours of 2016 tick away, Studly is yawning and I’m in my p.j.s.
Invitations? We had a few, but decided on spending a quiet night for two.
We’ll watch college football until 10 or so, then off to our bed we’ll gladly go.
At midnight I’ll give Studly a kiss; he’ll mumble I love you and return to his bliss.
The ball will drop in New York City, while my man and I snore along with our kitties.
Happy New Year to all, may this one be great, however you choose to celebrate.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 