In 2004

I was lucky enough to marry the man of my dreams, the love of my life, and the person I find to be the sexiest creature on earth. All in one ceremony.

I moved out of a teeny little apartment that made me grumpy into a beautiful townhouse in a great neighborhood, with plenty of room for the kids to run and play.

I quit smoking.

None of the kids died. This is a particularly giant feat, considering the sheer number of times I thought I was going to murderize them.

I'd say it was a good year.