I'm thinking about where I was last New Year's Eve, mentally and physically, and... son of a bitch, that IS real, tangible progress. I suddenly have a li'l extra swagger this evening -- 2016 is gonna be the year of Dat Ass.
Happy almost new year, my lovelies. My bourbon cider and I salute you. Have fun, be safe, and thank you for reading my silliness this year.
Cheers and hugs,
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