In anticipation of this fresh start, let's look back over the year.
 |
| Source |
In February, I taught my kid the definition of rectal, and I took pole dancing classes.
March brought us strep throat (hallelujah!), and I showed off my dope rappin' skillz, yo.
April brought us (you, especially, but it made me happy, too) MY BOOK! And, I called out another author ... apparently you people like sap.
What a great month May was--I learned a lot and fell in love with my man all over again.
In June, we went camping, and I let it all hang out.
My husband pretended to be a Pretty Woman expert in July, and I entertained people in the Hellmart Parking Lot.
August found me in my gyno's office with a list of suggestions, and I reminisced about D1's first note from school.
In September, I met George Straight and D2 met a bull, and I got pissed about the VMAs.
October brought a wake-up call for us as a family and we counted down to Thanksgiving, and D1 and I chatted about spooky things.
In November, I had an opportunity to be kind and I took it, but it cost me, and Getting Lucky was published--you've read it, right?
And that brings us to December, where I felt a connection with Noah, and I had to help Brian take off his trunks.
