Y’all. Twenty twenty-five pretty much shoved twenty twenty-four out the door, grabbed the hardest liquor in the cabinet, and said “I’ll take it from here.” I mean, seriously, what the actual ______ is this nonsense? How do we start the freaking year off with terrorist attacks, a mass shooting, expansionist threats, and a devastating fire? This is all just too much. Sorry, didn’t mean to start off quite so, I don’t even know the words, but this is pretty much what I’m feeling right now. But we’re gonna plow through this. We’re survivors, right? Right. On a more positive note, The Hubs, my sister, her husband, and I ended the…