... And a happy new year!

Well, New Year's was actually fun! Despite my Scrooge-ish feelings. I played Scrabble with the parentals, and we saluted the coming year with cocoa and sparkling grape juice (more easily attainable than champagne). We had a rolicking good time, and stayed up way too late. Despite the dire warnings that Dad would cream us (as is usual when we play scrabble), he finished last, and, lo and behold, I left them both in the dust! Thanks to my 57 point word (!). It was a good night. I'm glad I was home.