Darby and Joan eschewed the usual New Year resolutions. Who wanted to give up on life’s few pleasures – the cider, the chocolate and the lying on the sofa most of the day for abstinence, diets and punishing fitness routines?
Urgh.
“This year, I’m gonna learn how to ice 39 cupcakes in less than a minute!” Darby announced.
“Yum,” Joan said. “Me, I’m gonna conquer the poem!”
“What – writing one?” Darby regarded her, askance.
“No, fool. I can’t write them, but this year I might read one. Maybe two.”
“Don’t be too ambitious Joan, though – I’d recommend starting with the haiku.”
Urgh.
“This year, I’m gonna learn how to ice 39 cupcakes in less than a minute!” Darby announced.
“Yum,” Joan said. “Me, I’m gonna conquer the poem!”
“What – writing one?” Darby regarded her, askance.
“No, fool. I can’t write them, but this year I might read one. Maybe two.”
“Don’t be too ambitious Joan, though – I’d recommend starting with the haiku.”
