Happy 2024

A few weeks ago, I mentioned to Deb, how much fun it would be if she hosted a Corona New Year's party. You know, just like she did last year. 

Now then, there were a few logistics which made this more challenging. First, I was supposed to be out of town until December 31st. And because I suggested such a thing, Deb--who has a way of getting people to do what she wants like nobody but Bonus Mom could ever do--thought I ought to be there. The other logistical challenge: Deb was getting on Texarkana's 6 a.m. flight and heading to Mexico for two months. 

It was easy enough to shift our trip a day. Poor Deb probably didn't get much sleep though, given Tessa (bless her) took her to the airport at 4:30 this morning after being at the party last night. Of course, if the 6 a.m. Texarkana flight was cancelled for any reason (which is about even money with the 6 a.m. flight), Tessa was then on the hook for driving Deb to Dallas to catch the next leg of her flight. 

And guess who was the back-up driver if Tessa didn't wake up this morning?

Our party, like all Corona parties, was a hoot. We rang in the Eastern Time zone New Year. We drank wine  under the cover of darkness, because of the three religions represented*, only the Catholic was "allowed" to drink. And most importantly, we managed to squeeze out 13 rounds of Mexican Train in four hours and make it back to our respective beds by 11:30. 

I am pleased to say I received a text at 7:15 this morning from Deb, wishing us a Happy New Year. She was sitting in Dallas, waiting for her flight. I'm guessing Tessa was sleeping soundly about that time.  

*Catholic, Church of Christ and Southern Baptist (Tessa)