Let it never be said that I don’t know how to party. I left 2007 behind and rang in 2008 with a big bottle in my hand and getting kisses from a sassy young female.
Now, granted, the sassy young female was Olivia, who decided she’d jump up and lick my chin while I was feeding the bottle to Evan, but still! I am living on and/or near the edge, am I not?
Other than that, I think this post from a year ago pretty much sums up my new years’ feelings in general. I hope 2008 is good to you if you’re reading this (not that this should be taken to imply that I wish a pox, or a bunch of rox, or botox, upon those who aren’t reading this). I’m looking forward to more Evan time myself.