Something amazing happened the other day, my friends.
The roomie had a lil’ spark of motivation and decided to try out the whole early morning gym routine with me this week. What? You really are asking to get up super early to trudge to the gym with me to work out when sleeping in is one of your favorite things?
You got it, dude!(Source)
I was happy to have someone around once again to make me that much more accountable for waking up and going.
However, we both pouted on the way home when the smell of the bakery up the street reached our nostrils. Do they really have to go and start baking doughnuts right after my 50 minutes of cardio?
Especially when everything I’ve been eating as of late is horrifically unoriginal.Oh hey there book that really wasn’t that interesting and baked mac and cheese from a couple of weeks ago! On the advice of many of you, instead of overdosing on it last week (I was very close to literally turning into a noodle), the remainders were frozen. But since I’m not feeling overly creative in the kitchen, and quite lazy if we’re going to be honest about it, it’s getting broken out earlier than anticipated.
Although I did bother to turn on the oven and roast those vegetables. So that’s something.
That’s also the reason I’ll publicly apologize to my coworkers for warming up the brussels sprouts in the break room yesterday. Sorry dudes. I know they smell weird.
I’ll cut it out…(Source)
Anyway, somehow we’ve managed to make it through the week (almost). After having a really short week, there was concern this week would drag.
Oh wait, it did. But no more than usual.
Friday is so close I can almost smell it. Or is that sweet smell of doughnuts again from my early morning walk home from the gym?
Oh and some peeps were asking about our little stuffed giraffe under the tree:That would be Adler. He came to us on the day it was over 100 degrees outside, our power went off, our food all went bad due to said power outage, my birthday plans were then up in the air, our basement flooded due to ridiculous rain, and the roomie was having a less than desirable day at work. As I was picking up a massive cooler at Target to salvage what food was left, Adler caught my eye. He’s now a part of the family. Along with the Woolly Mammoth, “Woolly” (duh).
And now that we’ve adequately explained yet another “crazy” about me, let us carry on with out day…