Happy New Year! It's Day 3 and already I'm well on my way to accomplishing nothing. I've been off work for nearly two weeks and all the little things I had planned to get done during this time at a lackadaisical pace have been squandered beneath the grim reality that I am lazy, just like my mom always said. As a result, I am supremely happy that I didn't make any New Year resolutions because at this rate, I'll hit 2011 with zero achievements to show for the entire 12 months preceding. Therefore, I think I can place my advanced predictability skillz in the Success Column. Score one for me!
Now for the embarrassing photos of my New Year's Eve:
His mother, cute as she is, turned out to be the New Year Peacock. This would not be her most embarrassing snapshot of the night.
As for me, because there were children in attendance, I was forced to keep my clothes on all night. I know. Sad.
It totally worked for me last year; I didn't get married once.
What's embarrassing about this photo is that everyone knows you don't eat black-eyed peas until January 1st. Plus, I double-dipped and didn't tell anyone. There, my need to confess all sins has left me publicly humiliated. Happy?
But seriously, if you double-dip and nobody's paying attention, how bad can it be?
What's embarrassing is that these giant sparklers actually are illegal in Texas, a state once reputed to be the epitome of the Wild West. Nowadays, we just execute people.
How was your New Year's?