The lady said we partied like it was 1999, whatever that means!? All I know is that we were worn out after the late night festivities, champagne (not for us), queso and chips (again, not for us!), cookies (not FOR US!) and gunshots (definitely not us, but some other stupid person in the neighborhood!!!!!)
So this is how our New Year began, with a NAP! Mischa was visiting so she joined us on the couch.That was one worn out little dude, although I guess I shouldn't call him little since the pup is bigger than me now, which is just WRONG, hmmmph. But I can still beat the crap outta him! (you just go on thinking that Murph)
Me in my favorite sleeping position on the couch, yeah, perfect.