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New Year’s Eve at Chez Tayler

Sandra Tayler's Journal

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A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

New Year’s Eve at Chez Tayler

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At 10:30 pm it was just me and the cat. The two teens in our house had scattered for parties with friends. Howard was also out. The younger two were abed and asleep. I was pretty content, particularly when the cat decided that our house needed a vigorous defense against the ravages of hair bands. Only she got embarrassed if I watched her play, so I had to snicker quietly.
11:00 Howard came home. He’d been having fun, but decided that he wanted to come home and be with me.
11:10 Link came tromping through the back yard. He’d also had a great time but said “I decided to spend New Year’s with my family.” The three of us sat down to play a game of Poo, which is a card game about monkeys who fling. (I can now honestly say that I got Howard monkey poo for Christmas.)
11:40 Kiki came in through the front door. She repeated Link almost verbatim “It was fun, but I decided to spend New Year’s with my family.”
So we played Poo until the fireworks let us know that the date stamp had changed over.

I think this counts as a family win.

Mirrored from onecobble.com.

  • Sounds like you raised 'em right :)
  • That is pretty awesome. :D
  • Oh, and is your cat an indoor cat now?
    • Not completely. We bring her indoors when the outside temps are below freezing. There are rooms in the house where she is not allowed ever. (my bedroom, my office) And we keep track of where she's been so we can vacuum. At this point she has spent so much time in the girls' room that I am careful what I touch in there.

      But even with her being inside more than I thought we could allow...I've stopped needing daily antihistamines. Allergies are weird.
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