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Tonight is the start of a new year, and nearly my birthday. The custom when the calendar ticks over is to buckle down and resolve to all manner of things, meant to make life better. From what I can tell, the custom is also to forget about those resolutions about 2 months into the year, as soon as the novelty wears off. Well, I can’t exactly call these resolutions; rather, moments of happiness pre-picked for my 31st year.

This list was inspired by lists made by the incomparably amazing Andrea

1. Visit the Tim Burton Exhibit at MoMA.
2. Shoot a roll of photos with the Holga.
3. Finish a knitting project for myself.
4. Have a picnic in Pelham Bay Park.
5. Try the fish & chips at The Chip Shop.
7. Fly a kite.
8. Get to know my bike.
9. Learn some Spanish.
10. Visit Coney Island.
11. Commune with a Snow Leopard
12. Spend more time with my family.
13. Write one blog post per week.
14. Declutter the living room.
15. Host a dinner party.
16. Keep a plant alive.
17. See a Major League Baseball game somewhere other than NYC.
18. Sing karaoke in front of strangers.
19. Read at least 3 non-fiction books.
20. Help Jess start a blog.
21. Find, and master, the perfect chocolate chip cookie recipe.
22. Pretend to be a tourist in my own city.
23. Take a road trip to someplace I’ve never been.
24. Clean out the hall closet.
25. Get new glasses.
26. Add to my tattoo collection.
27. Go to the Mystic Aquarium.
28. Find a geocache.
29. Swing on a swing.
30. Learn to play Risk.
31. Take a trip to Dallas to experience The Naughty Kitchen for real

Sean and I have been living together for almost 3 years now. The ups have definitely outnumbered the downs, and I’m happy with my life. But in that amount of time, you learn things about people. You come to notice their habits, curiosities, and foibles – things that Sean has plenty of, apparently. The following ACTUAL conversation happened just the other night, and it’s a prime example of what I’m talking about. It’s a common conversation in our household, and it’s happened at least once a week, every week for three years.

I had been in the bedroom, Sean was in the living room. I got up to use the bathroom

Sean: Oh, you’re in the bathroom?
Me (from the bathroom): Yeah.
Sean: What are you doing?
Me (rolling eyes): Going to the bathroom!

<i> In a room this size, what else could I possibly be doing?? </i>

In a room this size, what else could I possibly be doing??

What does he expect me to say – “I’m training circus elephants!”.
Honestly. I’m in the bathroom with the door closed – the list of potential activities is somewhat limited. Yet, he still asks, and I still answer.

Oh, the bliss of domestic life…

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