Peace Out, 2016

I put on jeans today and they zipped easily/comfortably, and it might have been the best part of my 2016.

However, I am going on a small town/rural/country road trip/bar crawl tonight, and I have high hopes that it may take over the shock of today’s HolyShitMyJeansStillFit moment as the Top of The Year. I’m leaving at 4:30 because we’re taking an 18-month-old, and we need to be home for her bedtime. Bev is armed with fruit snacks to entice little Adeline to be my friend (finally), as well as a bottle of champagne and a 12-pack. Oh, and like $100 in cash, because I will be quite surprised if I am able to use a debit card until 2017. #SmallTownProblems

I hope you all have a fun and safe New Year’s Eve. May your drinks be bubbly, your driver sober, and your football team victorious… unless they’re playing mine.

Catch ya in 2017, bitches!

-Bev