I don’t really do resolutions, so I refuse to feel guilty about not going to zumba tonight. Another day won’t kill me. We didn’t have a party this year, but Chuck and Jess came over, we had dinner, we played games (Cards Against Humanity is as fun as advertised, and I will absolutely NOT play it with my parents – sorry, Mom), missed the ball drop because the NY Times live feed froze, stayed up a while talking about Chuck’s job hunting plans, and then we all collapsed. Speaking of Chuck’s job hunting plans, my one sorta kinda something like a resolution is to get my own hunt going. There. I guess I do have one.