Oh great…,she’s gonna be THAT girl.  Figures.

My favourite New Year’s parties are the random out in the mountain kind.  Not used to seeing a professional caterer at them though.

Then again, I’m not used to seeing the Big Pig at New Year’s either.

It was a bit of a special occasion, mind.  Even the Duke of Glenmorangie showed up.  I think he heard it was an open bar.  He was disappointed, but he still performed appropriate ceremonial tasks anyway.

Just in case you wondering what was under a Scotchman’s kilt…..

..it’s an empty beer.

Oh, enough lame humour.  Congratulations are in order to Mr and Mrs. Wilson, formerly P-Dub and still Kelly the Krusher.

Get used to it buddy.  Your days are numbered (even if you do have a teenage daughter already, history repeats).

See?

The limo service is ultra classy around here.

Awesome fireworks display, although somewhat Teutonic in nature.  Exactly on firework per minute…

It’s getting late, lets take drunked party pics.

Oh oh, who invited Tippie?  And why is his friends face on fire?

Good times, and not even that late of a night.  Had to get up early and make some wagers on a baby fight….

I’m gonna debut the new website soon.  Get ready for BabyBattle.com.