I had hoped to take the boys out to a kids' ball drop today, but we woke up to about an inch of ice. And although they plowed our road, by the time they did it was too late to get into town in time. So we improvised with our own.
Pierce overlooks the targeted area.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1....
Looking down to survey the damage
The aftermath. I confess, we had to do ball drop again. It was just too fun.
Well, to those of you who have exciting lives and such (you know, like actually having plans for New Year's Eve),
Oops, wrong bottom.
Happy New Year's!