The Lies

As far back as I can remember, I've told myself lies. Lots and lots of lies. So many, in fact, that I'd venture to say it's pretty pathological.

Every year I make New Year's Resolutions, which by January 18th are referred to as New Year's Blatant Lies.

We all know that we won't follow through with these rules. People are not typically okay with change, especially change of a monumental magnitude that warrants making everyone aware of your intent to change what you've spent 30-something years NOT doing. 

So I am going to set the bar low enough that even I can accomplish these "resolutions/lies." Generally, there is nothing different than we did all last year. I figure this way if something comes up and I don't follow the rules to the tee, my odds of being pretty close with meeting my goals isn't completely out of reach.

1. Practice winning lottery.
2. Finish all the laundry in ONE day, folding/putting away included.
3. Go to bed before midnight on school nights.
4. Not catch the plague.
5. Avoid being caught in a collapsed mine.

I really think all of these are reasonable goals, with the exception of #2. I really hate folding and putting away laundry.

Comments

[KK]

I think #1 and #5 are do-able, #2 and #3 are questionable, and #4 in just bound to be a failure!