Not put eggs in my sweatshirt pocket and then shovel chicken poop and drag it down to the compost pile, forgetting said egg, because nothing good comes of that.
And not lose weight and not become organized, 'cause face it, it's just not happening. So I resolve to accept my weight and my slovenly ways.
That's it. Those are my two resolutions. No eggs in pockets and to accept who I am. Perfect.
I hope you have similar resolutions, except if you don't have chickens, because well that first one just won't make much sense. Though even if you don't have chickens, it's still a good idea to NOT put eggs in your pockets. There you go, my gift of worldly wisdom to you. You're welcome.