Last night I got into bed and, in an attempt to begin one of my so-called "resolutions", I began to write in one of the numerous blank journal books that have accumulated in my house over the years. Then, the following conversation occurred:
J: What's that, your fart journal? [begin high-pitched imitation voice, tinged with inexplicable British aristocrat accent] "Dear Fart Journal, I farted SO many times today. At least 7, but I'm not sure, I think I lost count. What EVER could I have eaten that caused so many farts?"
Me: Well actually, I just want to write down one thing every day that I am thankful for.
[I look at J and think maybe he thinks this is an impressive idea]
Me: And also, I thought it might be helpful to write down some, like, personal affirmations or something, to help me be healthier.
[I notice the beginnings of a smirk on his face].
Me: Go ahead, laugh at me, whatever.
J: I liked the Fart Journal better.