Happy New Year. I'm feeling a hell of a lot better today than I was Saturday. My kids don't quite understand to keep it down when Da's hungover. And my wife had no sympathy, since she was perfectly fine. No sympathy at all, she didn't even rub my back when I hurled. Something about how morning sickness is worse and all that. I dunno. My head was too busy aching for me to listen properly while she made fun of me.
My resolutions for the year are as follows (in no particular order): Win the league cup, Win the World Cup, be a better husband, be a better Daddy, and somehow make sure the baby is born two days later than his/her due date so that he/she'll be born on my birthday. I think that'd be pretty wicked, but I doubt it's going to happen. I think by the time Emma gets that far along, she'll be dying to have him/her out. I keep forgetting she's even pregnant, seeing as she's not even showing yet. I'm excited, though. Not as excited as I am for the season to start yet, though. It just hasn't quite sunk in.
Anyways, cheers. And I hope you all stick to your resolutions. Unless thats to beat the Kestrals and/or Ireland, in which place you can kindly kiss my arse.