2010. A brand spanking new year arrives. You can tell it’s new because it has that new year smell. You know, the smell of new hopes, new resolutions and new possibilities. That new smell is everywhere…all over TV, in magazines, Bloglandia. Even in your old car.
It’s everywhere, I tell ya. Even in my mailbox. After sitting empty the whole first week of Twenty-Ten, some letter love finally wafts its way to Greek Miller Road on the 9th. Isn’t that smell intoxicating? Four items in one day. Yay!
Quick. Somebody close the hole in the ozone layer. You’re letting the new smell out.