Hey, let’s all pretend this is the first day of the rest of our lives in a somehow more important way than every other day is the first day of the rest of our lives. Okay? Okay!
(Probably we should’ve done this on Sunday—the Actual First Day Of The Brand New Yay Year—but I was busy sitting in the car all day, eating all of the potato chips in the world and asking Otto “Are we there yet?”)
I’m over at Off Our Chests, today, pondering new year’s resolutions, and whether they make any sense to me. Do they make sense to you? Come on over and let’s talk.
I had a dream about you last night. (Sorry. Not in a stalkish kind of way. But kind of.) I was thrilled to be able to actually see your kids and learn your husband’s real name, and see the desk that you work from. (Yes, you invited me into your house.) Then I went back to college and forgot all about you, apparently. Oh, you live in Minnesota, not Georgia. Thought you should know.
I teach; we set goals, a.k.a. resolutions, in late August.