New Year's Eve is always so fraught.
You hope and pray it will turn out like this: revelry, glamour, and good times for all...
All too often, though, you end up with the nagging feeling that something not-so-great is about to happen. Or that Red Buttons will show up. Or both.
you certainly don't want the posiedon adventure!
ReplyDeleteAs long as Shelly's there, I'd be fine.
ReplyDeleteThere's got to be a morning after...
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