But not quiet on the home front.
For example - Tiny slipped over in the bathtub last night. Matt took her up to ER with a nice little gash in her chin. I sat waiting for news. They sat waiting for five hours. She finally came home with her chin glued. Poor sausage.
I'm back into exercise. I know. Stop the press. I got sick and had to cut my C25K short momentarily. Instead of exercising I began pinning exercise motivation. I became obsessed. This served only to make myself feel even sicker, annoyed, sad I wasn't exercising, and to motivate others. Well it's not all bad, right?
In other ground breaking news, the house is a mess, I need to start organising a birthday party for Tiny, and Christmas is now only 99 sleeps until Christmas.
Just saying.
Please send help. SOS.
3 comments:
99 sleeps to Christmas are you kidding? I'm struggling to eat breakfast and get out of my p.j's let alone start Christmas shopping!
Please don't say things like " 99 days until christmas". I get little heart palpitations :/
I love the American In Paris Ballet. The movie is ok - but the ballet is something else.
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