Wow. Are we old yet? New Year’s Eve sure used to be different. I can remember years when we got invited maybe even two places. But lately I think we must be hanging around with a bunch of old people. Nobody gets it together anymore.
Here’s what Mr. Boomer and I have been doing so far.
I made us a nice little tray of Wisconsin cheese from the Wisconsin niece and her fiancé. Wisconsin cheese is much better than Cincinnati cheese. We opened a bottle of wine to go with our cheese. The wine was not from Cincinnati either.
Then we began our scintillating discussion…...
First, I waxed philosophic on the wonders of water crackers. “Do you know why we have water crackers?” I asked Mr. B. who was tainting the Havarti and Gouda by sandwiching it between two Ritz.
“I don’t know,” he said. "I guess because they don’t taste like anything, got no taste at all.” Then he went on to do some old Andy Griffith commercial. “Everything tastes better on a crisp Ritz cracker,” he kept saying over and over. (Mr. Boomer loves Ritz crackers. Sometimes for lunch I hand him a can of sardines and some Ritz crackers when I am busy writing stuff on TOTV.)
Next topic:
We were laughing about our exciting New Year’s Eve when Mr. Boomer told me what he heard at the airport yesterday from one of his flying buddies about the plans he and his wife had made for tonight.
For Christmas this guy had received all the Harry Potter movies. And the plan is to start watching them and watch until they fall asleep. Maybe 10:00 he thought. Also, he was pretty excited because they have a big bag of potato chips and his wife is going to make some onion dip. And because it is New Year’s Eve, she is not going to nag him for eating potato chips and onion dip. And he said that he is going to eat as much as he wants.
Topic Number 3:
We have a geriatric dog who cannot hear much of anything. Especially the word, “NO!” There is no point in even saying it to her. And I admit, she bugs us when we are eating. I know what you are thinking. We are irresponsible pet owners. She should have been taught to behave better 15 years ago. Oh, well.
Annie, the geezer dog, wanted our cheese. And she whined. And then she barked at us, rather sharply. And she said, “I am 15 years old. Remember how young and cute you were when I showed up at your back door. Well, neither one of us is young anymore. I am actually 105. But at least I’m still cute. And you will give me some cheese. It’s all I got -- food. I can’t chase deer anymore. My hip hurts.”
Yep, that’s what my dog said. And we gave her some cheese. She sure is pushy in her old age.
And then Mr. Boomer and I discussed those hideous stories you hear once in awhile about somebody being eaten by a dog. Don’t know if they’re true stories. But they are quite hideous. And I asked Mr. Boomer if that happened to us because we would not give our dog the cheese she wanted, did he think the paper would describe us as “an elderly couple”?
That’s it so far for New Year’s Eve here at Boomer Base. There is a bottle of wine waiting with my name on it. Well, I guess it’s not exactly my name. It’s somebody named Kendall Jackson. But before I go, I thought I would just stop by the kitchen and say “Happy New Year” to all of you TOTVers. I wish you all the best in 2009.
What are you doing New Year’s Eve?
And btw, I love that song. This is Nancy Wilson's version.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1Ybf...eature=related
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