This was Friday in Florida. Mid 70s, not a cloud in the blue sky. Ahhhhh …
This is what I woke up to today here in Boston. High 20s, snow, grey skies. Yuck.
Does this mean vacation’s over?
Nothing says “Happy New Year” quite like the sound of your building’s super loudly shoveling snow off the walkway outside your window before 8 a.m.
In second place, nothing says “Happy New Year” quite like your neighbor’s radio alarm going off, playing Backstreet Boys and Linkin Park (among other chestnuts) … and she’s not even home to turn it off.
Happy New Year, indeed. (grumble, grumble, grumble)