When good friends turn on you

Remember I was just talking about getting reacquainted with the green sweater-in-progress and how it was behaving nicely and seemed so cordial?
Come to find out, it was just a pretend friend. It turned on me. So I had no choice but to exact some revenge.
I don't really feel like divulging the dirty details right now. Maybe someday.

And remember I told you that Mr. Gadget and I had plans to order a pizza and have a pleasant yet early champagne toast on New Year's Eve?

Well, it didn't turn out quite that way. (Notice he's wearing his scarecrow shirt?) Instead of calling for a pizza delivery, I suggested we go out to have it....since the restaurant is just a short ways down the street. Might as well let someone else do the dishes. He reluctantly agreed. No sooner had we been seated and placed our order than people with noisy children came in, looked around at all of the empty tables, and sat down right next to us. So I asked the waitress to box everything up for take-out, and back we went to our nice quiet condo. Loading a few dishes in the dishwasher is a small price to pay for quiet it turns out.

We were much too full after that to have our toast, so the champagne is still chilling. But we did manage to stay up to see the ball drop. Even a pair of old foagies like us can enjoy the midnight festivities....as long as one of us manages to stay awake long enough to poke the other one with a nice sharp elbow.