Happy New Year

This New Year's Eve, I had the opportunity to spend time skiing in some New England state other than my own that is very cold with lots of snow. But instead, I decided to stay home, eat take-in sushi and drink large quantities of sake, subsequently getting drunk, at which time I may or may not have told the other half I was pregnant, just to see his reaction. Because I'm sadistic and take pleasure in seeing other people cry. Then I say "April Fools" and pass out, somewhere between 11:15 and 11:30. Alas, no Dick Clark and Ryan Seacrest for me this year. A shame too, as I was willing to watch Mr. Clark drool on himself in the attempt to smile and Ryan Seacrest finally fess up and join the rainbow community.