Last words.

“She spent her early years in Wisconsin, where she was an ice skater and pole vaulter, milked eleven cows each morning and night, and picked enough blueberries one summer with her sister to buy two ponies.” — A local obituary

Resolution.

Be more careful.

Today I hit myself in the eye with a car. The bleeding stopped, but now I look a little like Scar from The Lion King.

So in 2011, I promise myself: no more spilling water and pancake batter and feta cheese containers; no more potting soil-stained carpets or eggs dropped on the floor; no more collisions with cabinet doors and definitely no more falling out of bar stools.