If so, mine is to marry an allergist. I saw Dr. K on Tuesday and now can breathe again! And my particular allergist is very good at what he does but not highly attractive (plus kind of old and married), but just think - there must be more where he came from! And they could be young and single and, if I had one of my own, capable of keeping me from exploding ALL THE TIME. Just think of it. Sigh. I must go hang around by Cedars-Sinai more often.
I feel there is real merit in this idea. Go be a bartender near a teaching hospital, I bet that would work. Or see if your doctor has a nice son :)
For my part, I think I need to take up with a writer of some sort, possibly even a poet (but not the kind who gives readings) or perhaps some frustrated essayist or english teacher, simply because I need to be fed the written word, or at least to have material to edit. The current guy has managed to cool some of my ardour with bland e-mail. This will not do. Good thing he's cute. But seriously, I need writing! Actually, now that I think about it, the previous one made his living by writing, so scratch that.
Maybe I should just date physical therapist, and thus might finally get over my lingering aches & pains.
Actually, if you've read the "Tales from the City" series -- I often felt there was somethign to the idea of the 'dirty 30' valentine's day resolutions.
You could always adopt some Easter resurrection/redemption resolutions. Not quite sure what the symbolism of passover would translate into . . . perhaps a "There, but for the grace of God" series of resolutions