Happy New Year, my friends!
As usual, I could not muster the gumption to stay up past 10 last night, which means I didn’t get to see the potato drop. Oh, you read me. New York and its fancy ball has nothing on us–we have a Russet potato.
It’s at once sad and completely awesome.
Sad in the fact that 2014 obviously will not be the year we move past the potato jokes. Awesome in the wide array of responses to the development. Some were tickled pink to have our own unique take on the New Year’s Eve tradition; others were so aghast with the humiliation of it all they refused to set foot downtown. And others? Well, que sera, sera . . . and all sorts of fun imagining how the drop might go down. *snicker*
Actually, we shouldn’t scoff. Someone out there had a dream to drop a 16-foot spud on New Year’s Eve and by George, last night that dream came true.
Speaking of which, have you set any resolutions? The key, you know, is to be determined . . . to set a course and stick with it. No turning back. In that I say, however we go about getting it done, let’s be steadfast in our determination to live life in grand fashion! After all, if you’re going to make goals, you might as well make them a sight to behold once accomplished . . .