Well my head is still in place and I didn’t die in a freak elliptical accident.
All is right with the world.
Well. Close enough. It’s Friday and we’ll leave it at that.
Neither classifications are particularly flattering.
Plus, we’ll soon need room for whatever new thing creation comes out of the crockpot. Probably sooner than later.
Ah the vicious cycle continues…
Anyway, when I’m not chipping away at the frozen food that could feed an army, I’m running to Trader Joe’s to completely contradict the surplus issue.
Seriously. I have hoarding tendencies.
Or I’m a shopaholic. The asparagus was on sale and couldn’t be passed up!
Hoarding and a shopping addict. Give me a bottle of vodka and I am THE next trophy wife. Start forming the line, fellas.
“My thing” also includes hitting the gym. So at least I’ll be a physically fit hoarding shopaholic wife who enjoys the sauce. Positive thinking.
The last couple of nights have been similar- 20 minutes on the stairmill and 22 on the elliptical (again- look at me Ma! No accidents!). I walked outta there last night with the excitement that spring really is coming full force and more runs will be happening outside. Because it’s too hot in that gym to be stuck between two people with butt sweat and deodorant from what seems to be the day before that is clearly failing them. So… yay spring!
Look at that! More positive thinking!
Fantastic! Everything is so lovely! Sunshine and rainbows!
In all reality, if you’re not picking up on the sarcasm, I’ve been a bit of a debbie downer all week and today finally being Friday makes everything much more bearable.
The red box is already in my purse and the wine in my refrigerator. My ultimate Friday night is only hours away. Which means my ultimate night of sleep is only hours and 20ish minutes away.
If that’s not positive thinking, I don’t know what is.