Letting my hair go gray, like Patti Smith. Now if I could only sing. I might grow bangs, to hide my wrinkled brow, but what if I look like Lucy, in Peanuts.
Not resembling a refugee when I run. Perhaps a new pair of sweats are in order, my present pair patched in the seat, but alas, we’re so close, the two of us.
Having salmon 5 times a week, instead of 7. That could be tough since swimming upstream is my favorite sport.
Excuse me. I can’t stop laughing.
Not reading during the day. Who do I think I am, the queen?
Cleaning more often.
My mop is now chuckling. Shut up. It’s the thought that counts.
To start drinking again, after dark only, so if I make an ass out of myself, it’s less likely to make the papers.
Getting a cat, or even two, so they’ll have company, but only if they’re potty trained. I could place an ad maybe…owner with special needs…or hire a circus trainer.
If that doesn’t work out, how bout a bird? Fish? Okay, a plant. I do tend to overkill anything green, bringing me to my casual spending.
No more J Crew Factory perusals when I’m bored in the afternoon. Of course, if I won’t be reading, it still might be okay.
A girl and her AMEX need to keep themselves amused, after all.
Who came up with the idea of New Year’s resolutions anyway?
I’m thinking he needs a good smack, salmon, a little cashmere on sale, and a book.
Of course it’s a he. A woman would never…
🙂 Happy New Year Everyone.
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