On the drive to a downtown bar for our winter team party last night, I told Bri I was going to make a list of things I want to accomplish/change/do next year. Number one, I told her, was to stop having to rush around everywhere. If I have to rush, I said, I just won't do it.
"You should call that how to continue my path to being an even grumpier old man," Bri said.
Number two, I continued, with nary a pause, would be to slam the door in anyone's face who rings my doorbell and wakes up my baby, when clearly there is a sign on the door that says "Don't ring the doorbell; Don't knock." (true story)
"Yes," Bri said, "that fits right in with the whole on the path to grumpiness theme."
Number 3 will be to not take crap from anyone, including Dear Wife.
"You've said that one before," she laughed, with a twinkle in her eye.
Number 4, since you must ask, is to quit doing low revenue work things, like type these ridiculous blog posts.
Number 5 is to sleep as much as I want. As long as this does not interfere with rules 1 through 4.
Number 6 will be to save at least $100 more than we did this year. This should be an easy goal to accomplish.
Number 7 is to love my wife and my son with all my heart. This rule trumps all other rules. No matter what.
Number 8 is to ignore grammar and syntax on all text messages or emails sent from the world's tiniest keypads.
The end of my story and this stupid list.