We discussed the appropriate terminology for the new year last night with our neighbors, over cupcakes and carmel corn. (today I start a no-sugar fast, long overdue)
The smartest one in the bunch, Andi, says it's twenty-ten. I believe her, but I don't like it. It seems awkward. Forced. Not natural. Need I say more.
So I'm thinking of just calling it ten. Like I've known the new year for a long time. We're friends already. A cute nickname.
So here's to a happy ten! Hope you have a wonderful day planned that involves much lounging around and resolutions in this next year of life.
full moon image via arizona republic
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