Happy New Year!

Truthfully, that was all I could think to title this and Frosty the Snowman kept going through my head. Every time they bring him to life with that hat, he says, "Happy New Year!" Not the most catchy line, but sometimes corny, stupid humor is exactly what the doctor ordered.

I haven't even thought of a blog post lately and I know that sounds like cleverly disguised slacking, but there has been a point. I've been writing more on my fourth novel, trying to figure out where to hide the bodies if the kids are too rowdy...Okay, so I'm completely bluffing there. The novel part is true though.

I don't get many places to air all my most profound thoughts because I don't speak very well. I stop breathing and my face turns a lovely shade of red when I have to speak in front of people. I'm horribly introverted in that regard, with my family and my books to keep me company and...That about sums it up. I'm boring but hey, everyone gets old sooner or later and I'm rather looking forward to it.

Anyway, I've been wrestling with a good blog post, something really important and wildly interesting. And then, I came up with these ramblings but hey, it's later in the evening, I've had a little to drink and I'm generally in a good mood. Score one for vodka.