Well, here we are. You, me and the rest of the world. Starting another year over again.
This one is a little tough for me. You see, this is the last year of my 30′s. After this, it’s all down hill. I have finally hit ages that I can remember my parents being at. I mean, really remember. Not vague childhood recollections. These are actual memories.
It makes me feel old.
Perhaps it’s the PMS. Perhaps it’s the sugar leftover in my system from gourging myself with holiday sweets and treats. Perhaps it’s the fact that, for the first time, I was too tired to take down all of my Christmas decorations at once, and that I am still content to use the pile of empty Wii and Lego boxes as foot rests while sipping the tea The Hubby got for me for Christmas. Wow, that was a bit of a run-on, but I was too exhausted (and old) to take an extra breath.
I’ve made some resolutions for this year, but I’m not stating them here. Because, gosh darnit, who wants accountability?
Okay, quit pressuring.
Here’s one. This year, I resolve to play Guitar Hero each day until I’m able to beat the boss at the end on expert level.
Good, huh?
Or how about this one? This year, I resolve to try a Grande Non-fat White Mocha Latte at Starbucks instead of the Grande throw-in-all-the-fat- you-can White Mocha Latte. And I might even tell them to hold the whip.
This one will be earth shattering for The Hubby. This year, I resolve to get rid of all of the granny pants in the undies drawer and buy some sexy thongs boy shorts. No wait. They ride. How about we just shake things up and add some fun colors to the granny pants instead of the traditional neutrals. That’s it!
Holy cow, I’m on a roll.
I see HUGE changes in my future.
