Ever since the boys came into our lives, Mikey and I prefer to ring in the New Year with the East Coasters. We watch the ball drop at 11 pm and call it a night. He immediately falls asleep, then I lay in bed until around 1 am, gritting my teeth in annoyance at all the amateur fireworks aficionados that choose to flaunt their manhood about 150 yards from our back door.
We forgot to eat black-eyed peas again this year, so cross your fingers that we don't pay the price for our transgression!
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