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Last New Year’s Eve, I made a drunken phone call to the party I had snubbed from the front porch of the best NYE party I’ve ever had the pleasure to attend.  I hollered at the family members who answered that next year I would be at the other end of the call, passing out with them.  

I am blessed to be connected by such strong bonds.  My heart is tugged in so many directions that it assumes grinch-like proportions.  Every day I wish I could clone myself, but this night especially.  Tonight I’ll be with family, but next year I’m having the party and I’ll eat it too.

unless it’s my mother’s gumbo.