True to my word, we started the new year with some waffles.
Others of us forgo the butter in exchange for bananas and pecans. I agreed to shovel the driveway and therefore was fueling my body for the exertion ahead. Yes, I realize this portion would provide enough fuel to shovel all the driveways in the neighborhood. But it's New Years. And I have a cold. You are supposed to feed a cold - starve a fever aren't you? If it's the other way around please don't tell me.
I'm not telling her I'm bringing them because she will tell me she shouldn't have them. But if she just gets waffles delivered to her doorstep at 7am she will eat them before she lets her mind get in the way.
I think that's a good all around motto for 2013. Let me write that down so I won't forget to tell my mind to butt out when it begins to encroach on my impulses. Happy New Year!