This year I could . . .
Bathe the dogs more than once a week, which will make them and my house smell better and cut down on the tumbleweeds of dog fur covering everything.
Exercise even though I hate to sweat or exert myself physically.
Drink more water.
Charge my cell phone before it wakes me up at 2 a.m. bleaping its energy warning every week.
Remember the birthdays of my friends and family and actually send a card that's not "belated."
All things I could do, but I won't. I mean, let's face it, I'm 40-something and I hate to exercise and drink water. I just don't see the point in trying to change that. I'm not overweight or dehydrated. So forget it.
The dogs hate to get a bath anyway. I know because they hide from me when I turn on the water in the tub.
The fact that I do eventually send a real paper card, through the U.S. Postal Service, with a stamp and everything, has got to count for something. It's better than one of those lame "e-cards."
If you think I should give some of the above mentioned changes a real effort, then call me . . . on my cell phone. Ooops, it's dead again. Never mind.