***WARNING *** Reader discretion is advised. The following blog entry is very GROSS. Even some adults may be offended. ***
November 2005
Loki Baptized the Newly Painted Walls...
***WARNING *** Reader discretion is advised. The following blog entry is very GROSS. Even some adults may be offended. ***
Shhht... I'm Hiding in my Computer Room...
... Why did I have to be sick THIS week ? It's not very relaxing with the painter here today and tomorrow, then the cleaning lady is here on thursday and my mom wants to bring 3 friends this weekend to sleep over because they all want to go at the Christmas Craft Show. I called the cleaning lady last night to make sure that she was only coming thursday (becuase right now all the furniture is gathered in the middle of the living room etc.) Did I ever tell you how opiniated she is ? She is harrassing me to get a central vacuum.
Shhht... I'm Hiding in my Computer Room...
... Why did I have to be sick THIS week ? It's not very relaxing with the painter here today and tomorrow, then the cleaning lady is here on thursday and my mom wants to bring 3 friends this weekend to sleep over because they all want to go at the Christmas Craft Show. I called the cleaning lady last night to make sure that she was only coming thursday (becuase right now all the furniture is gathered in the middle of the living room etc.) Did I ever tell you how opiniated she is ? She is harrassing me to get a central vacuum.
Got Some Gooooood Books!
Steph and I are no longer in denial. We've let ourselves go too much to blame it on the typical post-marriage weight gain. I could blame Tim Horton's, East Side Mario's or french baguettes, that is until a friend, relative, or a complete stranger reminds us that we're fat and throws the sticky fat blame ball back onto us. My very loose fitting jeans tonight were almost uncomfortably snug. Steph thought I had tilted the car's steering wheel down. Yikes. At least I've added one more item on my weight loss pros list : I don't want my back to ever hurt like this again.
Got Some Gooooood Books!
Steph and I are no longer in denial. We've let ourselves go too much to blame it on the typical post-marriage weight gain. I could blame Tim Horton's, East Side Mario's or french baguettes, that is until a friend, relative, or a complete stranger reminds us that we're fat and throws the sticky fat blame ball back onto us. My very loose fitting jeans tonight were almost uncomfortably snug. Steph thought I had tilted the car's steering wheel down. Yikes. At least I've added one more item on my weight loss pros list : I don't want my back to ever hurt like this again.