So, remember back at the beginning of the year when y’all were all high on black eyed peas and Auld Lang Syne? Remember how y’all were all busy posting about your New Year’s resolutions? Resolutions like “Avoid all processed foods and save orphans in Somalia”? And “Grow my own wheat grass for juicing and weaving into clothes”? Do you remember those posts, my internetist friends?
And all while I was proud that I had resolved not to eat Milanos in my bed. Or at least not on my side of the bed.
And remember how I then felt guilty for being such a slacker and not making any good resolutions like y’all’s, so much so that I finally relented and declared that I was going to take care of business and schedule all the doctor and dentist appointments I’d been putting off. Remember, my pushy blogger friends? Remember?
Well, now you’ve done it because now I have to actually do what I said. And it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!
I am spending the day at UCLA Medical Center getting everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING) checked. And that means, not only am I going to get poked, prodded and manhandled for 6 straight hours FOR MY OWN GOOD, but more importantly, I’m going to miss my run!
So, thank you blogger friends. Thank you for making me a responsible adult woman. Oh, and possibly saving my life. I love you.
But watch your backs.
P.S. Could we change the whole “traditional” New Year’s food? I mean, come on, black eyed peas are just gross. How about blackberry pie? Or blackened orange roughy? Or Johnny Walker Black? Just sayin’.