Sally flopped on the couch next to her brother.
“Georgie, I’ve made my New Year’s Resolutions and written them all down.”
“Just how many resolutions did you make that you need to write them down, Sal?”
“Oh, at least a dozen … lose 30 pounds, become a vegetarian, read a book a week, start training for a marathon, learn a foreign language …”
“Sal, the year will be over before you’re half way through them.”
“You’ll see. 2015 will be the year!”
“2015 is over. This is 2016.”
“2016? I guess you’re right, Georgie, I didn’t keep any of them.”
“Georgie, I’ve made my New Year’s Resolutions and written them all down.”
“Just how many resolutions did you make that you need to write them down, Sal?”
“Oh, at least a dozen … lose 30 pounds, become a vegetarian, read a book a week, start training for a marathon, learn a foreign language …”
“Sal, the year will be over before you’re half way through them.”
“You’ll see. 2015 will be the year!”
“2015 is over. This is 2016.”
“2016? I guess you’re right, Georgie, I didn’t keep any of them.”
