I have never in my life looked back at any year, on New Year's Eve, and thought "this year sucked!"
Until now. As many nice things that happened this year—and I do acknowledge and appreciate them—man, 2009 sucked swamp water.
My resolution of the year: Lots of fresh, clean water.
Oh, and I'm giving up my "How is That Woman Still Standing?" Title. I'm tired of being the poster-child for that award, y'hear, 2010? In fact, I'm burning the honor altogether, because I don't want to pass it on. After the bonfire, I'm heading to St. Louis, and I'm going to have dinner at Schlafly's, and raw oysters at the Oyster Bar for dessert, and then I'm going ring in the new year with friends and family (and Clint, he's both) and then I'm going to take 2010 by storm.
That is all.