Monday, January 02, 2012

Because I'm an Old Lady.

I don't like New Year's Eve.

Mostly because it's just another chance to remind myself how much fun I'm not.

I'm sorry, but I've been an old lady since I was like 10.

Staying up late is just not fun for me.

I've got to go to bed at a sensible time.

And I need every minute of my eight hours.

Also because regardless of what time Carolyn goes to bed, she's up between 6:30 and  7 am every morning, and good grief, I've got to be able to keep up with her.

Anyway, it turned out that this year, both Husband and I were awake at 12.

I was not awake because I wanted to be, but because I couldn't sleep due to the large amounts of caffeine I'd consumed earlier in the evening.

I mean, we'd already partied it up to the fullest by 9:30, popped the Welch's grape, and refrained from yelling at the hood rats for setting fireworks right by our back door.

Have I mentioned that I'm an old lady?


Kristina P. said...

I was in bed, in my cozy pajamas, watching House Hunters International, at midnight. I was judging myself.

Anonymous said...

I was driving back from Lubbock, struggling to stay awake and not get blown up by hillbillies in Cut & Shoot shooting off fireworks on hwy 105. Would have LOOOOOVED to be home in bed. Slightly jealous.