Come on, good luck

Brent and I rang in 2010 in style -- sweatpants, T-shirts and half-opened eyelids. I should specify. Brent had the opened eyes, and I had the closed eyes, so that makes it half-opened eyelids, right? I hit the hay around 10:30 p.m., which is pretty admirable considering I'm usually in dreamworld by 9.

Hubby woke me up at 11:45 p.m., when I stumbled out of our newly painted bedroom and onto our puppy-hair-covered blue couch. (Hand-me-down courtesy of my parents.)

Anyway, we counted down with Ryan Seacrest (shudder) and Dick Clark (yikes!). Brent dutifully filled two champagne glasses with apple-cranberry sparkling cider and we kissed 2009 good-bye.