"You're not 22 anymore..."

The hubs literally told me the other morning, "Babe, it's not like you're 22 anymore..."

WHAT?!?! Now, I know I'm not 22, but it's not like he had to remind me in that way, with that handsome goofy smirk on his face. I know I'm not 22 anymore thankyouverymuch! You don't have to rub it in my face. I'm still in my 20's, shouldn't that count?!

We went out for NYE this year. Since the Hubs and I were back in our dating days we have had a great variety of NYE celebrations --- everything from the all-out NYE bash where we paid wayyyy too much money for party in a hotel, to a friend's house for a party, to just the 2 of us enjoying a bottle (or a few....) of wine within the comfort of our own home. Since I am not in my mid-20's, we decided to get out with the masses again this year, drink too much, laugh all night and just have a rockin' good time.

Well, we did. We went. We partied. We conquered ... at least, I thought we conquered until the next morning when I woke up with a pounding headache and upset stomach. Needless to say, I spend the whole day of the New Year cuddled up on our couch, with Jackson sprawled over my legs as if he owned the place.

The night was fun. The aftermath? Not so much.

I think next year we'll stick to one of our "mature" nights in. Because you know, it's the "adult" thing to do....



love,
Emma