If you don't follow me on Twitter, you missed the events of yesterday which went something like this:
Will: Let me know what I can do to help out [with the New Year's Eve party prep.]
I: print out recipes, take inventory of the liquor cabinet and the pantry, create lists and head off to multiple grocery stores.
Will: watches football on the couch with Daisy.
Upon my return from the grocery store:
Will: What do you need?
Me: Can you do me a favor and drink the rest of this beer? I don't have room for it in the fridge. Oh, and eat this cheese. And these cookies. And there's like the smallest bit of gin left, can you just polish it off so I can toss the bottle?
Best. Wife. Ever.
I should be writing about the past year, but hell, I spent the entire year writing about it. I have some Big Plans in store for 2008, I've got garlic crostini to bake and mushrooms to stuff and bubbly to chill, so you'll have to wait...'til next year.