We’ve been tossing what I think must be the flu back and forth between us all for a couple of weeks now and New Years was the Island King and the Oldest Island Boy’s turn.
The Oldest is fighting it hard but the Island King went down like a ton of bricks.
Our plan was to build a bonfire in the back yard, cook some chicken on the grill, play some games and then end the night with fireworks.
Sounded good until it got foggy in the early afternoon and then rainy as it got dark.
I looked around the house at 5:00 and realized that everyone else was asleep which meant I definitely needed to readjust our plans.
I thought about it for a minute and decided the best plan was no plan at all so I read until 6:30 when everyone started waking up.
Cruella DeVille showed up and he and the Island Girl headed over to a friend's house for the evening.
The Oldest woke up feeling better and hightailed it to his friend's house to play a new XBox game they got for Christmas.
I didn't see him again until it was time to set off fireworks just before midnight.
The Youngest and his Dad were both moving a lot slower and were content to play video and computer games until midnight.
Even Buddy the Beagle was feeling lazy. He stayed like this for half the night.
And since he has no sense of modesty I had to cover him up a little.
I cooked the chicken inside and even though it wasn't as good as it would have been cooked on the grill, it wasn't bad.
About 11:30 it was time to go outside and set off some fireworks. The boys were disappointed that we were stuck with Florida fireworks but I assured them we'd get to Alabama for some of the good ones for the 4th of July.
It really doesn't matter though - the fact that they get to use lighters, start fires and watch things sizzle and pop makes them happy.
New Year's Day was more of the same. Napping, reading and more napping.
Nothing exciting but since 13 has always been my lucky number we're gearing up for a wonderful New Year!