New Year's Eve with Old People

It's pitiful, really.  Miss Lake's first New Year's Eve as a prestigious award does not find her in the Little Apple of Manhattan, Kansas, awaiting the drop of a giant apple (No shit.  That's really a thing in Manhattan.  Apple drops 24 feet.  People go crazy.  Isn't a long trip for most of them.).  Nor is she out on the town in Wamego (We have two liquor stores, a bar, and 3 stop lights so it's possible).  

Nope, she's holed up with 2 old people who seem to think that 9:00 p.m. on NEW YEAR'S EVE is time to go to bed (and not "go to bed" if you know what I mean, and I think you do).

A contributing factor could be that it is ONE DEGREE outside which is pretty cold even for a solid gold award.  Miss Lake is, after all, wearing only a bikini.

Because I know you are curious, those are 5k race numbers on the bulletin board.  Sorry that I couldn't figure out a way to do a 5k AND carry Miss Lake along.  Frankly, it was all I could do to keep myself upright most of the time.

On behalf of Miss Lake and the Geriatric Unit of 901 Lilac Lane, happy new year - at whatever time you celebrate!

Christmas Greetings

Merry Christmas from Miss Lake Mexia, currently of Wamego, Kansas. While she could make some half-assed argument that she was a good girl this year, photos of her in close proximity to police cars on at least 4 occasions would tell a different story.

Hopefully, the year will end without Miss Lake having to pay a bondsman or waking up in a stranger's refrigerator.  Again.  (Don't ask.  It was an embarrassing situation for everyone involved.)

As near as anyone can tell, she is looking forward to her upcoming trip to Las Vegas.  No one should mention that she will be making the journey in a suitcase.  Some things are better left unsaid until the last minute.