Have a great New Year's Eve. Dad says we are supposed to get the "storm of the century". He always says that now. The weather guessers always hype up the snowfall and then we get 2 inches of snow. Of course, that's AFTER everyone runs to the grocery store in a panic.
Me, I'm hiding under all the blankets and if mom wants me to go out in it, then she's going to have to drag me outside and STAY WITH ME. Not toss me outside and slam the door. Wuss!