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Holy Cow, it’s 2012. I can’t believe it. Can you? I mean, I had just gotten used to 2011 when 2012 jumps into my lap and expects to get it’s ears scratched. But Tom and I had a whopper of a New Year’s Eve party to ring in 2012. And by “party” I mean it was just the two of us. And by “whopper” I mean we went to bed at 1o:oo p.m. I had to put those quantifiers...