Time is ticking on toward midnight and the new year. Already I hear fireworks in the not so distance. So much for it being illegal in our city (town) but at least is is not dry like usual. I always stay up, not so much to see the new year in but to make sure a roman candle or some such firework doesn't land on my house and start a fire. Growing up I never remember us doing anything special but I always wanted to. I dreamed of going out dancing and staying for breakfast and wearing pretty clothes but my daddy didn't think of that. Then when I got married my husband wasn't a party animal either. One year several years ago I did get to celebrate New Year's eve. We did it up right. I wore a long pink dress and my escort wore a brown western suit. We were allowed to choose a hat and horn when we arrived. I chose a tiera type to match my dress. We danced until midnight and then after the toast to a good year breakfast was served. It was all I ever dreamed it would be but the following year we did it all over but he wanted to take his mother along. I was perplexed but we did take her. lol So with that little memory I'll say good night and I wish you all a very good 2010.