I just got home from work and am pooped, but it seemed a shame to let a new year's day pass without jotting down a hello.
Hello.
We had a very uneventful new year's eve. Dave was content staying in and I waffled over meeting up with friends later in the evening, but my intentions fell to the pillow. I was lights out long before the global-warming ball dropped in NYC and I think Dave wasn't far behind. That's okay; New year's tends to be a little overrated.
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I thought you wrote I got home from work "and pooped" - and somehow that was why you were happy.
Well, generally pooping does make me very happy!
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