We’re sitting at home, getting drunk off of ridiculous beer, joking about what a cunt 2011 has been.
But maybe, when all is said and done, we’ll remember this as the year we went to Ireland. Or the year we got a lot of sad news, but got the chance to spend time with and tell people that we may not have for much longer how much we love them, and the year I started humming the growing pains theme and thinking it’s true: we have each other; we’re okay. (for now until he makes a stupid joke and I divorce his ass.)
