Happy New Year everyone!
It's 7 here.
GF's dog managed to scarf down most of a cheese-ball and some meatballs last night! Bad Dog! (She's just not as well trained as mine was. She gets onto tables if you're not looking. This was from a dinner table level! Groan!) I was secretly rooting for her in a way, but now I'm going to obsess the whole day about her getting pancreatitis or something.
Otherwise it went OK once we managed to find a movie. And we popped a cork at midnight.
So far, so good for 2018.