Dear January

Wow.

You weren't holding anything back, were you?

It started off with dancing thte night away. In 4-inch heels. My toes were numb by the end of the night, but my legs looked great. See?

And then...well, January, you went downhill for a while. But let's move on to...

When we got to part 3 in the ongoing 12-part series titled Amanda Doesn't Know What She Wants to Do with Her Hair or Her Life:

Talk about a way to realize that your bathroom mirror needs to be cleaned.

January, your last couple of weeks are kinda a crazy blur. There were movies and roses and friends.

Those were followed by sick days snuggling with a toddler and an awesome concert standing right by the stage for Scars on 45.

The concert really deserves it's own blog, but sadly it's just going to get a portion of one here.

So it's been fun, January. It's been intense. We certainly had our ups and downs. It's probably good that we're about to part ways because I honestly don't know that I could handle much more of you.

See you in eleven months.

Amanda