You can tell you are getting older when your New Years consists of dinner with your husband at a low-key restaurant, going home and immediately putting on sweats and then sitting around with your in-laws until midnight (struggling to keep your eyes open) and then crashing in bed by 12:45am...glad the whole hoopla is over.
Here's a picture of Joe and I before we went to dinner at The Grill on the Alley (which was moderately okay):
