The night before the night before the night before Christmas

Twas the night before the night before the night before Christmas, and all through the Fibro, not a creature was stirring… not even me, who should be, at the very least, wrapping presents. Instead, I’m eating festive red and green M&Ms and confessing my favourite karaoke tunes on Facebook. If that’s not going to give me a virtual hangover tomorrow morning, I don’t know what is…

I had big plans for my last post of the year. I could have done a Four-Corners-style ‘Year In Review’, with a month by month overview of Life In A Pink Fibro. Could have.

I could have done a Sunrise-style montage, little vignettes of the year that was, set to some kind of heart-wrenching, soul-soaring soundtrack. Could have.

Instead, I’m just going to say thanks for hanging out in the Fibro with me this year. I love it when you pop in to say hi and drink coffee. You are my very favourite style of visitor – the ones you don’t have to clean up for – and I thoroughly enjoy your company.

It’s been a big year, and 2012 is shaping up to be even bigger (even if Alla Hoo Hoo has moved to Sydney). Can’t wait to share it with you.

I’ll be back on Sunday January 8, 2012, full of beans and blogging mojo. For sure. I hope that your Christmas and New Year festivities are wonderful and that you also get as much sleep as you need. I have about a year’s worth to catch up on, so wish me luck!

In the meantime, there’s only one question left to ask…

What’s your favourite karaoke tune? The song you bring out every time to bring the house down (or not)? Mine (after several thousand beers) is Son of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield. I know. I’m nuts!