Happy New Year!

I wish I had something deep and profound to share with you on this first day of the new year. But, alas, I am dry! So...I'll tell you this funny story. When I was in college, I sold New Year's Eve baskest door-to-door. I made up this cute poem that I'll share with you:

In the South,
It is tradition
To get your Black-eyed-pea nutrition.

So bake the cornbread,
Boil the rice
Simmer the peas
And add some spice.

(I can't remember the sentence that would go here>>>)
May your New Year be extra nice!

So I put a bag of black-eyed peas in a cellophane bag tied with purple and gold shiny curly ribbon, a bag of rice, a tiny jar of Tabasco, and a box of Jiffy cornbread mix in a gold spray-painted basket. I sold enough baskets to pay for one more semester of school! I attached the poem to the top of the basket.

I think M would die if he knew I shared this with you!

(With this economy, don't be surprised if I show up at your door!)

Happy New Year!

Thanking God for another happy, healthy year!