You know you're getting old when a couple of six year olds can outlast you on New Year's Eve. Not to mention, they totally smoked me on the karaoke.
At least I got to drink champagne (pbbbt!).
So another year is done, a new one just begun. No resolutions, maybe just a few good intentions. Like more singing. Because no matter how bad it sounds, it still makes somebody smile (as they cringe). Yes, my boys may cry "Please Stop," but they're laughing the whole time.
Happy New Year, everyone!