See ya, 2014. It’s been weird as always.

If we’re being honest, I don’t love celebrating New Year’s Eve. You get invited to parties that start at…what? 7?…and then last until past midnight. MIDNIGHT. (I am a strict 10-pm-bedtimer.) So you’re stuck at a party for 5 hours minimum. Sometimes they’re great. Sometimes they’re terrible. And when they’re terrible? You cannot leave. It’s against every unwritten social rule to leave before issuing in the new year with awkward kisses and televised ball drops. It’s just not my favorite thing ever, which is why I’m super excited to celebrate tonight at my house by playing a competitive game of rummy with my husband and father-in-law. (Seriously, can’t wait.) That said, closing out that…