It's New Year's Eve and I wish that I was going to tell you about the exciting plans that Dude and I have tonight - something involving having a babysitter, getting dolled up and going out to act like fools. Alas. That is not the case. Our big plans? Take-out after the girls are asleep. Dude mentioned something about having a quiet evening by the fire. I don't know how to say this any more clearly - NO. I will not spend my evening reading on the love seat on one side of the fire while he lies on the other love seat reading his book. Do you remember that scene from Singles where they're sitting at the table reading the paper and Kyra Sedgwick is bored out of her skull? That's what that sounds like to me. I will not allow it. I'm thinking maybe I'll get all dressed up, "spin" some tunes, open wine and have a dance party. He can join me if he wants. Otherwise, I'll act the fool by myself. Someone has to.