2019. We Made It.

That title has no purpose other than to make you think I had a productive 2018.

In 2018, I honestly didn't do much.

I posted one pic of impressively decorated sugar cookies and everyone was freaking out like "how did you find the time?!?" while Brian was beside me shaking his head.

Two weeks ago, my friend Megan told me my new year's resolution should be to start blogging again. I told her I'm still recovering from having a baby, which isn't exactly untrue.

I don't know if anyone else can relate, but I always have a list of things I'm going to do when I get home from work, and every single day I surprise myself by doing none of it. I'm too exhausted. Exhaustion is my permanent state now.

Brian, on the other hand, never seems surprised by my lack of accomplishments.

In 2012, when Brian conceded to getting a dog, I remember telling him I just wanted a dog I could take on runs at Lake Lynn (I wasn't actually going on runs at Lake Lynn at this point, but it was something I was planning to start if I had the right dog).

His response?

"Kelly, it's important that we get a breed that matches your energy level."

Wtf. Brian seriously picked the lowest energy dog breed humanly possible.

Up until today (Dec. 31), I truly didn't think I would blog again. I thought my hobby in 2019 would be re-learning to play the piano.

Having not mentioned this plan to Brian at all, I casually asked him a few days ago "You know what I'm thinking about using my Christmas money on?" And he was like "A piano."


I was so impressed by his mind-reading abilities that I forgave his next comment about how I should not get a piano because he knows I'm never going to play it.

Once you've been together for 10 years, is there still a need for talking?
(Brian says no.)

I can't imagine what it's like for couples that have been together 20, 30 or 40 years. Every thought you have just passes through the air into the other person's mind. Isn't that crazy? And why does almost every married couple I know look like brother and sister? These are the things that keep me up at night.

Alright, I'm gonna go lay on the couch and think about how I can spend my millions. I bought lottery tickets yesterday because I had cash on me, needed gas, and the jackpot was over $400 mil.

Those are my requirements.

I never go out of my way to play the lottery, but when the stars align and I have cash, am at a gas station, and the jackpot is over $400 mil, I buy a ticket. It just seems like fate.

Also, why is it that whenever the jackpot starts back over at $50 million, no one cares about 50 million dollars? If I drive by the billboard on Highway 70 and the Powerball says "50 million," I'm in my car like...


Ok, tomorrow I'm going to write about one of my favorite moments of 2018. Hopefully.


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