It’s 10:25 on New Year’s Eve. The ball will drop in New York City 35 minutes from now. That’s when the countdown ends at our house. The celebration of the day of my birth will end at the strike of 11:00.
I have been inundated with well wishes and calls, and of course I was showered with a gift. Kip gave me a box of caramel corn. He doesn’t know I just polished off a big can of caramel, butter, and white cheese popcorn.
I am posting some especially poignant pics of my day, which I celebrated with my granddaughter, Skyler, who turned 8 today.
Isn’t this a wonderful display? Unfortunately, they placed it in my neighbor’s yard. They got my moniker wrong and the age is slightly off, but it’s the thought that counts. (WHATEVER WERE THEY THINKING?)
We wore matching crowns
Ryan Constance had a little trouble with hers.
There ya go, sweetie. It takes practice.
What is the hold-up? Where is our cake.
Several other family members attended. We just didn’t take their pictures.
I’ve heard from all of the family members who couldn’t attend, and my brother, Billy and his family just called to seranade me with their annual “Happy Birthday” song.
I can go to bed in 4 minutes .
Happy New Year everyone…2018 here we come!!