That’s right, y’all, it’s January 1st, and if you’ve been reading for the past year, you know what that means.
It’s the month of my birth. Oh, yes. 8 big, bright days until I turn (gulp!) 34! You may begin building your altar of Bitchypoo worship now, so you’ll be done by the Big Day.
Did everyone celebrate New Year’s Eve safely? I hope so. Myself, I sent Fred off to bed around 10 and read until 11:30, and was sound asleep by the time midnight rolled around.
Party animals, we are.
To kick off the new year, I have pictures to share.
After I got all the other Christmas cards hung up in the kitchen and living room, I got an entire assload more of them, so I hung them in the hallway between the foyer and kitchen. In all, I received 115 cards, and considering that I sent out almost 200, that’s pretty damn good, in my opinion.
Miz Poo, bathing in the sun.
I spent more than two hours yesterday cleaning the upstairs – y’see, when you haven’t done any real cleaning in something like a month, it takes a lot longer to clean than if you did it on a regular basis – and taking pictures for the virtual tour of the new house. I’m hoping to get pictures of the downstairs done tomorrow, and the virtual tour done either this weekend or sometime next week.
Everything I do, I do it for youuuuuuu.
If you don’t read the diet journal, you missed this in yesterday’s entry, so I’m going to cut and paste so that you won’t miss out.
Before I go, I have to share with you a perfect illustration of how much Fred has changed since undergoing the whole eating-right-and-exercising thing. I was flipping channels, because of COURSE there was nothing good on, and I happened across American Beauty, which was in it’s last half hour. I left it there, because it was the best thing I’d seen so far in my channel-flipping.
Soon enough, the scene where Kevin Spacey and Mena Suvari were making out came on, and Kevin undid Mena’s blouse, and she laid there in all her perfectly-toned, unsaggy-breasted glory, and I glanced over at Fred, whose eyes were glued to the screen, his mouth hanging open, and I mentally rolled my eyes and thought Men!
Fred turned to me. “She’s got some pretty good lines on those abs!” he said.
Mena Suvari was laying there half-nekkid, and Fred was checking out her abs.
My husband, the perv.
Time for…
Friday Five:
1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year? Training for and completing one day of the 3Day. I’m not done with the 3Day, oh no – I’m going to go back in 2003 and kick it’s ass.
2. What was your biggest disappointment? Twisting my ankle after finishing only one day of the 3Day, after I spent so many months training to do all three days.
3. Will you be making any New Year’s resolutions? Well, of course. Not that I really kept up last year’s resolutions, but it’s always a fun exercise. My resolutions for this year are: 1. To floss every day. 2. To use facial moisturizer every day in hopes of staving off those lines that are beginning to form on my forehead (and also to build a time machine, so I can go back and kick Young Robyn’s ass for not using facial moisturizer all along). 3. To answer email in a timely fashion (this one’s just begging to be broken)
4. Where do you wish you were celebrating? Someplace warm. Hawaii, the Bahamas, Virgin Islands, any of those will do. In a perfect world, I’ll win $45 gazillion in the lottery this year, and bring all my favorite people along with me next New Year’s Eve. Imagine the blow-out we could have!
5. What do you plan to do for New Year’s Eve? What I planned and what I did were the exact same thing – to read until 11 or so, and probably be asleep before midnight. Y’all know you’re jealous of my exciting life!
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