We made it into the New Year and all those resolutions are beginning. I didn’t eat the five brownies I wanted to eat…I only ate three. My husband and I pulled into the driveway tonight and he said, “Oh…I have to finish painting the garage door this week.” (Which sounds great if he had put the first coat on yesterday.) Unfortunately, the first coat went on in 2002. Not to sound too unappreciative I said, “Great honey…I think that’s just what the paint can said. Apply first coat and wait eight years to make sure it’s dry. Then finish with second coat for a glorious shine.” It’s tough sometimes…it’s really tough.