After much deliberation, we decided to have a New Years's party.

I spent my whole vacation cleaning up the apartment, shopping, and readying myself for a fine evening of debauchery and drunken mayhem.

Unfortunately, dear husband and I ended up cancelling the party and we rang in the new year with violent bouts of puking and diarrhea (respectively)- no doubt the result of some form of food poisoning as both of his parents were laid up in their house from the same thing.

Happy fucking new year.