Feel a bit queasy this morning. We rang in the New Year with fizzy alcoholic beverages and bourbon balls on tummies filled with French fries and faux grilled chicken. Maybe not the cleverest of combinations. Or maybe it was the long soak in the hot tub afterwards to exacerbate the dehydration. Gurgle.
The important thing is we clinked in the beginning of 2004 with proper fanfare and celebration! *wobble*
The evening before Matthew put together his version of vegetarian shepherd's pie and red velvet cake to celebrate my birthday. And oh, the prezzies! Many sexy and shiny new clothes, and two out-of-print Ann Maxwell books, as well as the new Tanith Lee book Piratica to be delivered in February. Yay for December's unbridled avarice!
Hope everyone has a fantastic 2004!
