so, am at this tea-party. telling the hostess and seven others (including a tiny cow inside the cuckoo clock, which seemed most interested in my monologue, btw) about my iron resolution. the sugar curfew.
in full public view,
i decline sugar in my tea.
i decline the biscuit from a jammu bakery.
just when the (aforementioned) cow was getting ready to moo in approval:
i get an sms from my cellphone service provider:
“may your troubles last as long as your new year resolutions…”