New Year's Eve was low-key for our fam this year. Meme came over with her girlfriend Jennifer before they went out on the town, all dolled up like they were going to the prom. Turned out my mom, who always says she can hardly stay up to watch the ball drop on New Year's Eve, stayed out 'til 3am! What a party animal!
Choppy and Grandma Niecy came over to our house for dinner, but Evan couldn't eat until he got to light a few things on fire. Sparklers, namely. Although he didn't burn himself, he did end up running into a wall while distractedly playing with a sparkler of his own. Mark made us a dee-lish steak dinner, and after a rousing conversation about religion, we decided to lighten the mood by playing the game Would You Rather?, where we asked each other such enlightening questions as:
-Would you rather take a mudbath in crap, OR inhale through a plastic bag filled with vomit for 15 minutes?
-Would you rather lick the inside of a used plunger, OR chew on a hairy, unidentifiable object found underneath the cushions of an old sofa?
-Would you rather pee out of your nose, OR poop out of your ear?
Whoever came up with these questions is a genius. And my hero.
New Year's Day we went to Meme's house for lunch, where we ate a dee-lish ham, black-eyed peas (for luck), collard greens (for money), and yellow rice. Yum yum! Squeege is definitely a Southern boy. He devoured it all! And so did Mark and I. 
This is how we all felt after lunch. We relaxed for a little while, then Mark and I left the tots with Meme and went to see the new National Treasure movie. And we ate about a gallon of buttered popcorn and drank two quarts of Diet Coke. So much for our new year's resolution to lose weight. I guess we'll just have to start that diet tomorrow.
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