So New Year's Eve was nice.  Susan and the boys were up at Sunday River, Maine all week.  I joined them on Friday after work, and skied on Saturday.  Saturday night, we all made silly hats out of construction paper and celebrated.  The boys had their PSPs up in the condo with them, which was slowly but surely driving Susan crazy.  Wipeout Pure is an excellent game by the way (I bought two copies for the boys).  I brought my foamhead Patriots head with me to the condo and placed onto the refrigerator, where it cast its malevolent eye over the boys while they slept.  It's quite scary looking, to be truthful.  We should have some great pictures from the weekend, which I'll try and post sooner or later.  Included of course is a picture of myself wearing my silly hat and holding my disembodied Patriots head under my arm.   

We also went swimming in the outdoor heated pool.  Then when I came out of the water, I noticed that the wonderful bracelet that I got for Christmas had some kind of weird patina on it.  I guess the silver treatment on it reacted somehow with the chlorine to make it turn pewter colored.  Susan washed it with salt as an abrasive, and the shiny color returned.  One of the secretaries at work in fact complemented me on it the next week. 

Oh, one more thing.  Because everyone was away for the week, Susan placed automatic feeders in Matthew's fish tanks.  I stopped by to check on them on Friday before I went up to Maine.  Everything seemed okay, except one fish which had croaked.  Anyway, Matthew's favorite is his blue lobster (I think it's really a crayfish).  Susan was worried about it all weekend.  So when we get back, first thing she does is run upstairs to check on it.  I'm still downstairs when suddenly I hear a loud yelp and a crash.  I run upstairs.  Susan is busy frantically looking for lobster on Matthew's blue blanket.  Apparently, while she was busy cleaning the tank, the little ingrate decided to pinch her.  "That'll teach her to go on vacation and leave me here alone," it must have been thinking.  Susan was so shocked that she jerked her hand out of the tank.  She thought that she flung lobster out of the tank when it happened.  Luckily, it was just hiding on the bottom of the tank (undoubtedly chuckling to itself at a job well done).

So it's the next weekend now, and Susan and the boys went down to Long Island to see her mother.  I'm left in Boston waiting for the big Patriots Jaguars game at 8:00 PM on Saturday.  I'm hoping that one of my friends will host us for a playoff party, so I can bring my evil disembodied Patriots head to watch.