But in my defense, everyone knows you’re not supposed to actually DO anything on New Year’s Day. You’re supposed to huddle on your couch in wide-eyed shock that yet another year has officially passed, and the horrifying realization that you rang it in by attempting to drink all the booze you could find.
So, basically what I’m saying is: I celebrated New Years in line with all those who came before me, carrying on traditions designed to destroy my liver.
And then I slept through a blogging day.*
*Yes, my mother IS proud of me. Why do you ask?
So I’m going to post twice today to make up for it. Tah-Dah. Post one.