2:00 am is an awesome time for building snowmen. The only drawback is the lack of bystanders, which means no bad4shidduchim points were distributed for bad4 and myself, the proud architects (gods?) of Blobby Jr. 'Tis a shame though, because Blobby Jr. is holding a beer bottle, and associating with drunken men late on New Year's Eve is definitely bad for shidduchim.
"Hello, Mom? Yeah, of course! No, I am not drinking! What makes you think so?"
Smeared ketchup mouth: about 15 cents
Baby carrot nose: about 10 cents
Leftover chanukah chocolate coin eyes: free
A snowman that's drunk from partying all night on New Year's eve: priceless.
There are some things money can't buy. That's why we have blogging.
For a full report of the night's adventures, which included a daring crusade into a male-inhabited take out store for midnight chulent, read what bad4 has to say here. I haven't read it yet, but if she makes excessive fun of me in the post, she isn't having any potato kugel on shabbos, so it shouldn't be too bad.