Last New Years, I decided to use our present and have our new family tradition be a tropical bash for New Year's Eve. We aren't much for late night parties, so it added just enough par-tayyyy to the situation. This year, our holiday season had been... less than jolly. Complicated. Hard. We tried our darndest to be upbeat but by the time NYE came along, we'd used up ever ounce of cheer we could muster. (yes I'm being vague. life is kind of vague at the moment.) I didn't have to try - I just blew up the inflatable pal tree, hung up the paper fish and put on a grass skirt. Husband wouldn't wear the coconut bra though, I should probably just send it back to you Jane. Tarzan could totally rock it.
I can't say thank you enough. Really. THANK YOU.
Honestly, I'm terrified of 2012 already. I've got a hunch it's going to be a bumpy ride.