I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions. More accurately, I totally suck at keeping them. Two years ago my resolution was to unpack my paintbrushes and canvases, which I hadn’t touched in over five years, and which I still haven’t pulled out of storage. Last year I resolved to brush up on my French and even bought Rosetta Stone as impetus (thinking I’d have oh-so-much time during maternity leave, ha!), but the box is now in under two millimeters of dust on the corner of my desk (maybe I should resolve to clean more?). This year I decided to keep it easy. My resolution was to touch my husband more. Oh stop—you have such a dirty mind!