I've been wanting to blog lately, but some key people in my life have been going thru some crazy situations, and I've been supporting them. Which leaves this introvert with no left-over thoughts or words for dawrighthouse. This is unacceptable I know, but it is what it is.
To make up for all the candy and goodies I've eaten this week (thanks, cupid) I've had not one but two bike sessions. That's like, almost a whole hour of working out. I'm turning into a world class athlete and will have to submit my resignation at work when the U.S. Olympic Committee calls. I may even go for a run today before we have friends over and pig out for dinner. Yes, you read that right: my body has learned to operate without oxygen. I've gone running once a week all year and haven't died yet.
A Vday picture from several years ago. We haven't aged a bit.
The laundry has overtaken us. We are unable to keep up with it and are on the brink of divorce. Every time one of us finishes a load, the other comes out of the bedroom with an armful of dirty clothes. We might have to search the budget for some marital counseling funds.
I go to VA again next week. It *looks* like after that I won't go as often anymore, which will be nice. Without me in the house, G and Orca resort to a state of anarchy where no chores get done and XBox consumes them day and night.
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