It is customary to make resolutions for a coming new year, but I know me. We've met. My will power is right up there with my ability to work geometric equations. In other words... nada, zilch, I got nothing.
I could make vows to eat healthier, but then there's chocolate and potato chips and beer. Nope - I have earned the right to have popcorn for supper and poptarts for breakfast. Is pop rocks for lunch going too far? Probably.
I could try really hard to vacuum more or put clothes away after I fold them instead of treating the dining room table like an extension of my closet. Nope - as long as the dust bunnies are smaller than my 120 pound dog, the house is clean enough.
I could swear to have dinner on the table each night by 6 p.m. Nope - the darned table is full of folded laundry.
So, I have decided. My 2013 resolution is going to be "Party like a rock star."
I've earned it.
Hey, we all have.