To all of yas that I haven't commented to or did comment to or thought about commenting to and even those who I can't comment to this last week or so--------I hope your next year is blessed. And super duper and fun and not grating and endurable and INSERT WHAT YOU WANT HERE.
This last year has been, well, interesting. Things happened. Or they didn't. Jobs were lost and regained or maintained. Dear animules were lost and others were maintained with gusto. Children were employed and enhoused in their own abodes. Cars were stolen. Fingernails were painted and unpainted.
Interestingly, I thought I needed to acquire some funky, blingy, entertaining rings. For Christmas the eldest Frothlet presented a truly outstanding gaudy shiny silvery rhinestoney ring to me from the store where he works.
Interestingly, Mr. Froth came back from visiting his dad over Christmas with my mother-in-law's cache of costume and real jewelry rings, a couple of which I'm fairly nervous about. If they're real we need to get a gun or something to protect ourselves. Or, I'll just wear'em. The others are really, really nice custom pieces. Regardless, I now have rings coming out my wazoo. It's quite cool.
My father in law has continuing health probs but seems to be hanging in okay and is a sweetie.
Merv killed and ate a mouse earlier today.
I will be an auntie again for Dr. and Mrs. Foom's kidlets. My Antonio.
My niece and her sweet entrancing girlie, who has some stuff to deal with, are flourishing. Hey, Miss Lily!
My other niece and hub and their growing baby boy are sparkling. First steps are a hoot.
My nephew and wife and huggable kidlets on the left coast are rocking on I'm sure.
Friends. Ah. Friends. They endure, and embiggen and endure and nourish.
I'm sure I'll have something more profound after champagne, but, for now, happy at ya.