and more importantly, have i secured a babysitter and made reservations and booked hotel rooms???
fuck no, on all counts.
damn, i hate being in charge.
but the sweet lil Mr. took me sopping. er, shopping.
but he'd "take me" sopping wet, too.
it's been a rather sex filled holiday weekend so i'm extra dirty minded today.
we found not only some incredible after christmas sales, but some hot clothes for new year's eve.
my space bar isn't working...weird.
well. welcome back. kotter.
i was more excited than i can possibly tell you at the thought of returning to the gym today.
then i looked out the window.
now, the gym is barely two miles away, so i could handle that.
hubby's vehicle is still in the shop, waiting for an alternator to come in.
sooo...i was planning to take him to work but his office is 20 minutes away on a good day, and i don't want to drive in this shit more than i have to.
the real bottom line is this: the kids needed to get out of the house about as badly as my fat ass needed to get to the gym...
it's going to be a hair pullling out, lots of time in time out kind of day.
i can feel it.
i did have a dream last night that my husband started a blog.
and he was telling me how he finally understood how addictive it was.
ooh, and there was a guy who made these crazy little transportation devices...they were like a big rubber band with some little things on them...and i couldn't figure out how to use mine.
they were of the skateboard, razor scooter genre...but he had made one just for me and i couldn't do it so i was getting frustrated.
update: hubby's staying home. woo hoo! he has the greatest job on the planet. maybe we'll go to the gym together if the roads get plowed.
and the fucking comments aren't showing up.
god damn sons of bitches.
got down sat on a bench.
which reminds me.
my favorite save, for swearing in front of people i shouldn't...
when i would start to exclaim "fuck!" (which i did quite frequently) i could cover by turning it into 'for crying out loud' cuz it sounds like "fuh cryin out loud"...try it. it's fun. then, of course my friend and i turned that into "fuck ryan out loud" when she was dating a dude named ryan. we always had this problem of thinking we were fucking hilarious when really we were, well, not...
whoa. she just called me. holy weird. gonna sign off so i can talk. fuck you--i can't multi task...