Hope everyone out there in blog-land is hangover-free and well-rested today. Me, not so much. I'm not hungover from my New Year's Eve revelries, but I am tired. Last night Ken and I went to a friend's house (the couple we had a date with a few weeks ago) and had a low-key evening of board games and pool. That is, it was low-key until the ball dropped at midnight and we broke out the champagne. The husband, "R", and I got a little rowdy while "A" and my husband tried to reign us in. I defy you to locate a more spirited game of Uno Attack than the one we had. I slept it off pretty well, though.
After we woke up and got some food in our bellies, Ken and I shopped like people possessed. We bought discounted Christmas wrapping paper and gift bags, Christmas cards, a small Christmas tree, towels for the kitchen, and living room furniture. As in, we bought two love seats and two recliners. As in, we spent an hour-and-a-half picking out fabrics. It'll be delivered in around eight weeks. It goes without saying that I'll post pics once it arrives. I'm really pretty stoked about it.
Changing gears, here's a listing of my New Year's Resolutions:
1. Exercise every day, even if it's just for ten minutes
2. Write every day, even if it's just for a half-hour
3. Complete a first draft of a short-story every week
4. Complete a first draft of my YA book by my birthday (February 19). Yeah, yeah, this is the same frickin' book I've been workin' on for months. I know, I know.
5. Submit a story to a market each week
Yeah, they're lofty goals, but I look at it this way: meeting 50% of each of them is still working towards my ultimate goals (getting back in shape and becoming a professional writer) and if I meet 100% of all of them I'll be kicking major ass.