Seriously?

No, I just can't give you my New Year's Resolutions.

I just can't.

I don't make 'resolutions' because there is this really weird, dark, twisty part of me that will revolt if I feel that I have been cornered by something. Even if it is a resolution that I myself made, I will rebel, I tell you.

Plus, you really don't want to hear my resolutions. They mostly have to do with shaving my legs on a more consistent basis anyway...

I will tell you, however, that tomorrow morning is the annual Polar Bear Swim. This is the first year we may have four out of five of us in the water. sniff. Why must they grow up to be polar bears?

I do not participate in such manly nonsense. I simply stand and take pictures and facilitate the clothes getting back on shivering, sandy bodies.

My boys don't just run into the water up to their ankles like the other weenies out there. My boys run out there with papa bear and do a full-body submersion dive.

It's loads of fun as long as you don't plan on having a heart attack in the ice-cold water.

For me anyway.