So as we were eating our fancy Chipotle dinner on New Years Eve I looked up and declared.
"I am going to finish Edgar Sawtelle tonight!"
Him: ? *blank stare*
About 6 hours left on New Years Eve 2009 I decided that my 2009 resolution was to finish a book. I had already spent 3 days prior to New Years Eve reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. I used up nap times and time in between cooking and cleaning to get through the book, but up until that point I didn't care when I finished or if I did.
It was my only attempt to feel like I did something in the year of our Lord 2009. I had about 200 pages left, but I had to do it. My pride was at stake. Little Baby goes to bed and I start reading.
What a way to spend New Years Eve, you know? People are out there in the world partying it up and I come up with some lame idea to accomplish something in 2009, six hours before 2010...and of all things read a book that is going as slow as Christmas. My only hope was that Oprah told me to read it and I do WHATEVER Oprah tells me to do. Therefore, the book could only end well since it had Oprah's stamp of approval. Just because my little brain was thinking that I should stop reading doesn't mean I should.
So, a few minutes until midnight, on the brink of 2010 and a new decade-
I walk to the desk where the Old Man is sitting and throw that stupid book down on desk and curse Oprah for telling me to do this.
Oh yes, I finished the book, but with what consequences Oprah? Wasting away the last 4 days of my LIFE. Especially wasting New Years Eve 2009. I had a least a dozen (or not) better things to do. What if I would have died the next day Oprah? Would I have wanted to end the last decade with this book? Heck no!
Then, the next morning I woke and apologized to Oprah for my wrongdoings, since it was my 2010 resolution to be nice and follow Oprah. Please Oprah tell me what to do next. I can't walk without you.