1. Finish writing out 2008's Christmas cards and remember to mail them.

2. Unblock upstairs toilet before Mr. M insists we give in and call a plumber.

3. Exercise.

4. Volunteer. There must be something I can do.

5. If I keep finding myself in the "Long, Dark Teatime of the Soul," just go see a therapist or something already.

6. Not hover or fret too much over the kids, even though it's M:TNG-1's semester abroad.

7. Finish "Pillow Talk" and other stray ficlets I promised people.

I don't have to promise to finish "Bug," because I sent the last of it to beta yesterday, and got one set of comments back already. I'm ignorning the one that refers to me as a "sap."

I would promise to get the house organized except that's my daily resolution about 200 days of every year. The rest of the time, I just avert my eyes.

This may not make much sense theologically, but I nearly pissed my pants listening to this video. (No apologies for the term, as this preacher explains that pissing comes from the mouth of God. So to speak.) Courtesy of Ship of Fools, I now understand what is wrong with America. Our male leaders don't pee according to the Scriptures.



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