So the beginning of 2011 has made it obvious I am a little old lady trapped in a 23 year old's body.

My husband and I stayed in for New Years Eve.
We had a Bones/Psych marathon.
We had no drinks, no party food.
Our midnight kiss was a quick peck on the lips.
Then we went to bed.

Ignore the fact that I felt/feel like death. It isn't like actually being able to breathe properly or stop coughing would have encouraged us to have a more lively holiday... or would it?

I have set zero goals for 2011 and I think I'm going to keep it that way. I actually found that I enjoyed setting goals with my husband on our anniversary for things we hope to enhance, improve or change in the next year. But, for those who did set resolutions, I hope they work out well.