Happy 2012, Friends!!!
I'm *pretty* sure I entered the new year on Facebook's list of potential sexual predators, and I am DYING to tell you this story, except that litigation is pending. Just kidding about the litigation, but not about the part where I accidentally behaved like a virtual perv. But that is a story for tomorrow, because I am brain dead. As in, I actually let my kids play with matches and juggle with knives just to keep them independently entertained today. Planning a city-wide, New Year's Eve Scavenger Hunt for 50 people aint no joke.
Despite the inevitable panic in the hour leading up to our start time, it all turned out pretty great. Maybe our best, in terms of timing; definitely nothing like the cluster of 2009, during which we learned that GPS coordinates to suitcase dangling from a cable off of a bridge on a running/biking trail was TOO HARD.
Today, however, I am pretty freakin' excited about the year ahead, a new blank canvas. There is no question our lives WILL look different this year, or maybe, exactly the same as they were 6 months ago, except with black granite counter tops and renovated bathrooms, because we are seriously talking about moving back into our house. I'm working on an update along these lines, because I know it's been a while--but honestly, sometimes I just forget we have a really clean house that is two miles away, probably because I have spent the last 10 days pretending to be a fictional creature (Santa) and writing clues in invisible ink on playground slides.
Also. I have a New Year's resolution to lose WEIGHT because my thyroid has mutinied, or gone south for the winter, or died--I'm guessing it has something to do with my 28-day peppermint-bark diet. My fancy sweat pants are only a suitable option for the next 5.5 months, at which time I will be expected to wear the equivalent of my underwear (bathing suit) for 3 months straight.
But for today, I hope you are all excited about the story you're about to write. Let's rule the world in the new year, friends.