New Year’s Resolutions

1. Stop Poisoning People, Especially My Husband

There was a bit of an incident last night involving a granola bar that culminated in dashing off a train, mid-journey, in the middle of Switzerland, in the middle of the night. Not good. But not related to the nightmarish Tapioca incident of 1995, which I maintain was NOT a poisoning in the strictest sense.

2. Start Saying Herbal with an H

I felt so bad about the poisoning that I needed penance that really hurt. My husband said he forgave me, but if I felt I really had to be punished, I should start pronouncing the H in herbal. Yep, that hurts, almost as much as capitulating on the middle syllable in tomato. (Yes, I now call it a toMAHto.) This is what you get when you marry an Englishman.

3. Eat More Salads

I’m still undoing the damage of a month in Italy. Alas. I’d like to resolve not to be a tater tot in 2010, but I’d settle for being a smaller tater tot at this point.

4. Learn to Sew

I live a long, long way from the nearest Hot Topic, and I don’t know where local girls pick up their black and pink satin bustiers.

5. Write More

A lot more, beginning with the short story I’m posting on New Year’s Day.

Okay, so I’m off to write. Anyone have a resolution to share?

This is my new black miniature top hat, sitting atop my journal and the draft of Blood Red Shoes over which I still slave.