Thursday, January 1, 2009
The year can only get better
Wow...to say that was my worst New Year's celebration since...um, ever, would be accurate. No real worries. I still have Brandon and kitties and knitting and family. But I am kind of sick of being told that other people are allowed to treat me a certain way because I am more accomplished and that I should just be the bigger person. It would be nice if everyone was supposed to be respectful of everyone else. Maybe that's my New Year's wish.
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Im sorry you had a bad new years eve. Next time come to our party. We are low key and fun. I got to meet theresa's hubby finally. He's a cool guy. And Theresa and I scared everyone with our fibery ways.
Yikes. Give me a call when you're up.
Don't feel bad our NYE wasn't much better. We laid on the couch and watched dick clark. BOR-ING.
Bad dress rehearsal means a great show. You know that :)
i spent NYE on the couch with a stinky pug. it was heavenly actually.
huh
i wonder what that says about me?
;-D
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