New Year’s Eve CrabFest
We ate. We drank. We fought. We watched the festivities in New York. I knit. We toasted early. We were home by about 11:00. At 12:00, we had a 60-lb frightened Pit Bull on the bed with us. Poor thing wanted to lie on our pillows at the head of the bed. (I wouldn’t let her b/c a) I don’t want dog hair on the sheets, and b) her head was by Hubby, and I didn’t want her farting in my face.)










