The More Things Change...

New Year's Eve, 2001:

A quiet group of us pre-kids (or as Heather would say, "Before the end of your life, Jana") at 25 calmly imbibing and scratching our chins with friends.

Topics of conversation:
Catching up, careers, grad school, etc.



New Year's Eve, 2008 7pm:

Fast forward seven years, add kids.

Topics of conversation:
Heather finding Jenga game from long ago with things I had written on each block like, "Kiss the person to the right," "Take off an article of clothing," "Moon your neighbors," "Dry hump the table leg," my 17 year old ass bar hopping at the U of I, skinny dipping, strip quarters, fake IDs, naked wrestling with best friend's boyfriend, screwing your neighbor, getting kicked out of strip clubs by 400 lb bouncer, etc.


Thank God our morals and values allow us to impart only positive influence upon our kids. The Future Par-tayers of America Club:





P.S. As I type this, on the bowl game day of the year, my husband is watching Lifetime's Ringing in the Romance chick-flickorama. Am I in hell?