If at first you don't succeed, well there's always next year....
Thinking of the dangers of the new year's resolution, I'm reminded of Ellen DeGeneres's cautionary tale: "My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now and we don't know where the hell she is."
You see, it's that time of year again, when we embrace foolish intentions that won't survive beyond next Wednesday. At least, that's the usual format in this house. Having woken up yesterday with a fuzzy head, blurred memory and thrashed credit card, that old familiar urge to change everything on January 1 probably made its annual appearance in a billion households across the globe.
"Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions," Mark Twain sagely observed. "Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual."