Happy New Year

After a very naughty Christmas which lasted longer than expected, I decided to spend a tranquil New Year’s Eve only with my boy, my best friend Becky and her boy.  We really wanted to spend a quiet entrance to the new decade.   We were lucky that our boys were happy with our plans and knowing how useless we are in the kitchen, they even volunteered to cook the last dinner of the year while Becky and I just got pretty and made sure that they would have fun.  A fair deal we thought!

Despite what you all might think, Becky and I are quite spiritual persons.  Every year we like to end the year having a good scrub and shower to clean our body and spirit from all the bad things that happened during the year.  After we rub ourselves out of sin, we go into a flower bath, specially prepared for us by a healer friend.  The flower bath is supposed to attract good luck.  He uses red roses for love, white flowers to heal any disease, yellow flowers for general good luck, lots of green herbs to attract money, and who knows what else according to your particular needs.  This year, we tried the red rose bath to attract and keep love into our lives.  I know… we already have our boys, but we are greedy!

Of course, once the guys saw us going in the bath together they had to copy us, and they too went for what they called a communal shower to save water. 

We were very curious about what the boys were going to prepare for our New Year’s Eve menu but they had banned us from the kitchen.  We were expecting a traditional steak pie and a Christmas pudding, both of which can be bought ready to heat up in the oven without too much effort.  But the boys were taking far too long and we were starting to get bored, so in a sparkle of inspiration we decided to call our poor old Santa.  We asked him to come to see us so we could apologize to him for the behaviour of our boys on Christmas Eve.  He remembered us and accepted to come and see us, as long as we kept him hidden from our boys.  Five minutes later Santa was coming through our chimney with all the naughty toys that he couldn’t give us for Christmas.  We had a lot of fun trying our new toys and even Santa was amused at how entertaining they could be. 

When Santa left, the boys were still in the kitchen. The dinner was supposed to be a surprise but naughty as we are we had to take a peek in the kitchen to get a glimpse of the menu. We didn’t see much in the way of food, except for Gordon whipping the cream and Bob having a

look in the oven. Just at that minute they called us to the table.

You can imagine our surprise when instead of a steak pie Bob brought a turkey in a bikini. Ok. it wasn’t exactly a turkey in a bikini but a roasted bird with something that resembled a bikini. We should have guessed, our boys always have their naughty minds at work, even when cooking. Once we recovered from the surprise and started eating dinner washed down with a couple of bottles of champagne, things got better. We soon forgot about Miss Turkey and started enjoying our meal. Just before the dessert, the boys came with the idea of having a cognac to digest dinner and prepare us for the dessert. That turned to be a double edged idea, because Becky and I started to get incredibly hot and with the help of the boys had to take our dresses off. I say a double edged idea, because that was exactly what the boys were expecting in order to serve the dessert. I am sure Gordon had found one of my hubs on food as a sensual pleasure and that is where he got the idea to serve the dessert on our bodies.

Becky was the first one to have the whipped cream treatment, just look at her on the right, didn’t she look gorgeous?

We never heard the old grandad’s clock stroking midnight in the living room.  But we know that at some point during pudding we entered in a new decade, just like we wanted, softly and naughtily!

Happy New Year