The Husband and I celebrated New Year’s Eve off the couch for the first time since 2008. It took 41 hours to recover, which means we’re nearing middle age. The highlight of my weekend included meeting a couple of my amazing blog readers who made me feel like a Kardashian. (I heart you Myriam!). I wore sequins and faux fur and drank champagne for a lot of hours.
Saturday was mostly spent in a coma, but I did convince the Husband to take me out for carbohydrates and a movie. We binged on manicotti and red wine and watched the Black Swan, which caused me to raid my emergency Ativan stash. Don’t watch that movie unless you have a prescription.
On Sunday, we cleaned the whole house. Then it rained. Then my animals decided to dance on my newly scrubbed floors with their wet paws.
Fun was had by all!