That brings me to my new year's resolutions... This year, I am going to cut out all cussing of the serious sort. No more f-bomb, sh*t, or any version of the word ass. I've got babies on the way and I need to shape up! It's tacky and very trailor trashish anyway. It will be hard especially because I have known since I got knocked up that my cussing was coming to a quick end and for whatever reason, I have become a cussing fiend like I am trying to get it all out before the twins enter the world.
So, today Brent and I are just hanging out and watching football together. We will probably play some board games later. He's in the kitchen right now cooking the usual new year's black eyed pea, collard green, and ham hock crap that has become tradition with us since we started living together. It's actually really good but spending the day with Brent while he's full of beans is going to leave me with a bunch of burnt nose hairs.
Happy New Years again everyone! I hope this years brings us all good fortune and tons of smiles!
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