Happy New Year. Yes, it is 2012. Can you believe that just 12 years ago we were running around like cockroaches, backing up hard-drives, stocking up on bottled water and ramen noodles and dancing around to Prince's 1999? Yeah, um, I didn't do that either.
Like nearly all the other New Years Eves before this one, we pretty much did nothing. Watched t.v., drank some soda, ate some peanuts, did some dishes, went to bed. Yeah, we're party animals.
But I started the year out right. I took Randa for a long walk through the souk (open market). I bought her a Ho-ho and some apple juice and then we bought vegetables and came home. She thoroughly enjoyed her time out without "the kids." She doesn't get that much one on one time with me outside the house anymore. But I'm hoping to change that. I miss my girl.
She calls herself my "special sauce girl." I think that's a pretty spot-on description.
Like nearly all the other New Years Eves before this one, we pretty much did nothing. Watched t.v., drank some soda, ate some peanuts, did some dishes, went to bed. Yeah, we're party animals.
But I started the year out right. I took Randa for a long walk through the souk (open market). I bought her a Ho-ho and some apple juice and then we bought vegetables and came home. She thoroughly enjoyed her time out without "the kids." She doesn't get that much one on one time with me outside the house anymore. But I'm hoping to change that. I miss my girl.
She calls herself my "special sauce girl." I think that's a pretty spot-on description.
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