New Year’s Eve

I like my coffee double-double.  Wait... that's not coffee - yuck!!

I like my coffee double-double. Wait… that’s not coffee – yuck!!

We could have asked Tiger-dog to be the designated driver, as she clearly wasn’t impressed with the Champagne we offered her (“What? This isn’t coffee…”)

We all celebrated – twice; once for the time zone we all came from, and again for the time zone we were in.

Happily, we only had to walk to our beds.

Sadly, we couldn’t sleep because our entire neighborhood blasted fireworks all the night long.

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