Happy New Year!

I'm 33 years-old, but I might as well be 60, because I bet my New Year's Eve is as exciting as my parents'.

At least I can stay up until midnight. But barely.

I never have an exciting New Year's Eve. Even when it was just me and the hubby, we were boring on December 31. The first few years I tried to get him to go out and do something. He's just not a party guy.

Then we had kids. Do you know how hard it is to find a babysitter on New Year's Eve? Just as hard as it is to find one on Valentine's Day. Fuggedaboutit.

Right now we have the news on. Previously we were watching "Dick Clark's New Year's Rocking Eve" (hosted, oddly enough, by Ryan Seacrest...) I'm sure when our local news is over we'll be switching back to Ryan so we can see the Swarovski crystal ball drop.

PAR-TAY.

At least I knew who Rihanna was when she was on the big show earlier. My husband recognized the sampling of "Tainted Love" that's a part of her song "SOS", but he had no idea who Rihanna was. Same with Fergie. Bless his heart. He still thinks the Black Eyed Peas are something we're supposed to eat for luck on New Year's Day.

I'll just leave him to his Star Wars marathon. I didn't marry him 'cause he's cool. He sure fills out a pair of Joe Boxer plaid lounge pants, though. Call the fire department, 'cause my man is H-O-T HOT, y'all.

SIDE NOTE: I just noticed on Wikipedia that Rihanna was born in 1988. Fo shizzle, y'all. I was 15 when that girl was born. I told you I was old.

Usually hubby and I toast the new year with a glass of sparkling apple cider. This year we'll be enjoying Mimosas (yee haw!) thanks to the nice folks at the Grand Floridian hotel at Disney World. They gave us a split of Korbel champagne when we were there in January celebrating our 10th anniversary. We brought it home in our checked luggage, and it's been sitting in our pantry since then.

Woot! My man's gettin' out the Solo cups for the New Year's toast. It's almost time!

Happy New Year!