I don't have any. (unless I pinch my sisters' idea, which she says is to drink more and exercise less. Can't fail.)
Instead, I'm going to tell you how we spent our razzle-dazzle, non-stop-excitement NYE.
First, we ate our dinner, with the kiddies dropping peas and arguing over elbows. Then we showered and dressed in our best PJs, tucked the kiddies into bed (with their own elbows) and settled down on the couch to watch SALT.
And the power went out.
For over an hour.
So we put on head-lamps, and read our books. (Fabio had a Stephen King, I'm re-re-re-re-reading Harry Potter).
Then we went to bed. Where the real celebrating may or may not have taken place.
(OK... not. It was late, and we were tired.)
Party animals. I know.