I'm still going to the swearing-in that day; I worked hard to get those folks in, and want to see them take their oaths! It will be especially nice to be able to stay as long as I want without having to rush back and make sure the sandwich trays are ready. There are so many things I don't miss about that job, and being the catering director is one of them. Another is being the Yard Guy...at the event before Christmas, someone said "Can you tell someone to clean up the damn signs by the front porch?" and it felt so good to say, "Well, no. Because I don't work there anymore."

"But it looks terrible."

"It sure does! Tell it to someone who gives a rat's ass, because that person ain't me."

Oh, Stef! We'll miss you so much! Who else will put the toilet paper on the spindle and sweep the sidewalk and pick up after us when we leave our crap everywhere? Jesus. There's a legacy for you; I was the first paid full-time housewife to a bunch of overgrown babies. Most days I don't get sad about how stupid I was for so long, but it's always somewhere underneath.

The problem with that is that being happy is terribly dull to read about. I'm not even worked up enough to bitch about other people bitching; this month is all "well, my kids did something cute, and here's a holiday to-do list, and I read a lot." I'm still trying to figure out what I want to discuss in public anymore. There's a lot I don't feel like sharing because it's really no one else's damn business.

But I'm going to work on it as part of my New Year's resolution! The past couple years it's been simple: "drink more water and exercise more." This year, I'm going to branch out a bit.