Staying up All Night

Oh, New Year's is the Day of Wild Parties.  I stayed up working.  So, I have to tell you Happy New Year on a blog; that's the kind of girl I am.  I prefer New Year's Day to Eve.  I want to dance on the couch, though.  I would go to a New Year's party if I could dance on the couch.  (See the photo?  Doesn't it look like fun?) It is!

I used to dance on the couch when I was a child and jump onto the ottoman and to the chair on the other side of the TV.  This, of course, I did when my mother and father were gone.  It is best to dance on the couch without parents watching.

I don't see any parents in the above picture.  I do believe parents have spoiled most New Year's Eve parties.  That is why I don't go to them.  I am a parent of two sons.  I have the ability now to stop people from dancing on couches.

I find that ability daunting.  I mean, how do I know what fun I might be stopping, simply because I am a parent?  People might have happily danced on couches everywhere I've been lately, except for my presence.  Perhaps I should make a New Year's Resolution to dance on the couch FIRST thing, wherever I go, so as not to stop others from enjoying this splendid pastime.

Do me a favor.  Try dancing on your couch at least once.  Do it alone, while your parents aren't watching and let me know what you think. HAPPY NEW YEAR.