As we were folding laundry New Year's Eve, the following conversation took place:
Husband: So I suppose your resolutions are to lose weight and stop cutting your hair?
Me: I need to lose weight and let my hair grow out?
Husband: ...
Of course he's right, but that's rather beside the point, don't you think? But speaking of hair cutting, Santa put some awesome scissors in my stocking this year - real precision hair-cutting shears. I used them to trim my bangs and got a little carried away. They were just so fun! I ended up with what I tell myself is a kicky retro shag but in reality is more like Susie Quatro in her Leather Tuscadero phase.
We had a very low-key start to the year. The Boy konked out early, and Husband and I watched DVDs and sipped some bubbly at midnight and went to bed. He really wanted to go to bed early, but stayed up because I did.
Here's a pic of my exciting New Year's Eve:
Yes, he drooled all over my shirt. My life is so glamorous!
