New Year, Old Us.

Our quiet celebration at home involved a Glee marathon, followed by a Rockin' New Years Eve including equally horrifying views of Dick Clark's condition and JLo's unitard. Libation consisted 1 glass of champagne, a couple of hot wings.

Mr. Dental Braggart, the husband, cracked a tooth during the snacking... blaming it on the bone in a hot wing, but I actually witnessed the dental event while he munched a puffy Cheez Doodle.

12:30 was plenty late for me, but when I retired to bed, the body rebelled. Stomach drama ensued all night, and I spent the first hours of '10 in the corner of our master bathroom, close to the porcelain depository.

We are both eating impaired heading into today's celebration, a 4 birthday/New Year gab-and-gobble with our dear friends the J's and the B's at the unsuspecting Maggiano's. But without his tooth or my digestive system, it is unlikely we will meet our potential. This is like going to the world series with A-Rod and Jeter on the questionable list! Either way, I am looking forward to beginning the year with laughter and friendship. We are so lucky to have friends who are funny, smart, and sincere.

As to another New Year's tradition, I resolve to make some resolutions soon.