I fell asleep in my chair with a glass of bubbly and comforting the dog who crawled into my lap. The beast (a three year old, 50 pound English Pointer) is freaked out by fireworks. A 12 gauge in the field is no problem, but fire works? She forgets she doesn't weigh ten pounds anymore and reverts to lap dog status.

So I have basically become an Old Fart. No parties, no craziness, just me and my bird dog crashed out in the Lazy Boy with a nice glass of Piper Heising Bubbly. Oddly? I don't think I missed a damn thing.

FQ13 I wish you all a Happy and Prosperous New Year!