Not only do they have tendency to make your feet sweat, a lot, and make the ends of your feet feel all cramped up and stuff, but they're heavy and, when you're wearing them, your wings just won't work.

I wish I'd known that beefore I told Sunshine that we'd all wear our Footie Pyjamas to her Welcome to the new New Year Footie Pyjama Party. Since everybody's supposed ta meet at the back entrance to the Hive, then go Nectar Bar hopping from there, it means that we're all gonna hafta WALK.

Flying would have been much faster, ya' know.

In the meantime, as we were taking this Happy New Year Group Picture, Kevin kept glaring at me beecause he just doesn't like wearing Footie Pyjamas. Especially pink ones.

"Uncle Georgie," he told me after we finished taking the picture, "you're the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but these Pyjamas are just not me. And PINK is most certainly NOT - I repeat NOT - my colour. Of course, I'll wear them, beecause it is New Year's Eve and I do want to go to the Party, but I will tell you right now that the instant we get back home, I'm taking them off. I would suggest you then donate them to the Apiary for Indigent Bees."

As he was walking away, he said, "Oh. And don't forget to get a tax receipt. Charitable gifts are deductible, as you know."

Geeeeeze.

Anyway, since we hafta walk, we’ve gotta grab what’s left of the platter full of Gee Gee’s Honeychew Krisp cookies and get going here. (We might have been snacking on one or two of those earlier today, so it appears there are’t that many left. Probably.)

So, we’re off to the Party!

I hope everybody has an exquisitely festive rest-of-the-day, rest-of-the-year and a ridiculously safe New Year’s Eve!

I’ll see ya’ next year!