For some of you, who don't live where I live, it's not Sunday; however, it's still a relatively new year. I don't celebrate on New Year's Eve because I'm old, cranky, and I just want to sit on my recliner with my bra off and my feet up in my pajamas. Actually, that statement applies all the time and not just on New Year's Eve.
It would do me a world of good to get off this recliner and MOVE. Maybe I'll move into the kitchen and see if there's any Christmas candy left, but first I want to tell you how much I appreciate you for reading my randomness. There are so many more important things you could be doing. Please know that I'm thrilled you choose to spend a little time with me through my website. I know many of you personally, and I know some of you are enduring incredible struggles.
My heart is with you. May you enjoy all the peace, love, and happiness in the world.
That's my wish for every person reading this. No, I'm not drunk. I'm just sitting on my recliner in my pajamas with my bra off and my feet up, enjoying a diet peach Snapple on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Now, that's something to celebrate.