- January - I will OWN this new year. I will keep up with my blog, I will cook healthy, and I will be a nice, always-dressed-in-real-pants wife. And I will be a stellar teacher.
- February - Well, I went to the gym twice. And what's so wrong with wearing leggings? It's not so bad to eat a whole loaf of garlic bread. When is vacation?
- March - Hot, cold, snow, sun. What are these feelings I am even having? This "Spring Forward" crap is baloney. I needed that hour of sleep. I've been robbed - now I'll never catch up. I'm grumpy. I guess I'll just go eat a block of cheese.
And so when April 1st finally came, I welcomed it with a newfound sense of hope (and a touch of caution....being an elementary teacher on April Fool's Day is scary). That day the sun peeped out, the air was uncharacteristically warm, and the peepers blasted us with a cacophany of chirping bliss. I finally decided I must get out of the rut I had fallen prey to. So I cooked a real meal that night instead of ordering pizza. And what better meal to please the masses and soothe the soul, I thought, than beef and broccoli, our all-time favorite take-out fake-out?