THe Ogwife was ill last night, the oglet watched a marathon of her favorite kids stories, I watched the Marx brother’s movies. At midnight we drank Sparkling Grape juice and went to bed, amid the sounds of slackjawed yokels incinerating their paychecks witht he help of Krazy Kaplan.

This morning, i seem the only creature in my neighborhood to have been awake before noon, and certainly the only family not heavily hung over. I feel like dressing up, knocking on doors, and rousing every neighbor with a steaming plate of greasy fried eggs and a loud and hearty “Happy New Year”.

For all the times I’ve worked until outrageous hours and been woken from a sound sleep by a lawnmower, they deserve it…. but I’m not that mean.