That would be me... sigh.
Good intentions, but I can be scatterbrained sometimes. In my defense, January 1st is the Annual Polar Bear Jump at my parents' house. Yes, I intentionally jump into ridiculously cold water as a way to greet the new year. Or more accurately, I try to jump... last year, I jumped out as quickly as I jumped in (and then paid dearly for it by giving the attendees a free show, a la Janet Jackson.) So here's the thing about that... there's a saying that whatever you do on the first day of the New Year sets the tone for the rest of the year. If that's true, I refuse to begin another year with failure.
Sigh. But it's really, really cold.
I plan on making a lot of changes in my life, and I was damned determined to make it across the pool. Swim or Sink.
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| okay, excuse the face... but it's 57 degrees! |
There's hot chocolate, warm Gluhwein, robes and a fire pit waiting... and a 10 year old who's been talking smack since last year's failed attempt.
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| Mama made it! |
That's right... I did it. Whatcha got, 2011?
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