Yes, I knoooooow, things look weird around here, but in keeping with my "out with the old and in with the new" spring cleaning schlamazzle, I decided to switch things up, rather than wait for my lazy ass to decide on HOW exactly my new design should look. I keep changing my mind and I am sure it is totally frustrating, so let's just use this look for the time being, mmmkay?
Last night, in a fit of delirium, in between making Philly cheesesteaks and roasted broccoli, I decided to sign up for our school team for a 5K run at the end of next month. It's for a great charity and I need some sort of motivation to jump-start my lackluster exercise routine. Mackie is going to do it with me, so we are going to train together, as well as some other friends from school.
Wheee! Let the injuries begin! Because, we all know that I have all the grace of a Snufflelupagus. A Snuffleupagus with a glass eye and a peg-leg.
So I've dragged out my sports bra and running shoes, both of which have been staring at me balefully from within my closet, but starting today, they will regret they ever had to leave the closet.
Because I am a big, fat stupid head, I totally forgot to wish my friend, Paqueenie, a happy birthday on Saturday. We've been friends for eight? nine? years and although she is fair-haired and a skinny hoar, she's also the funniest Aussie trapped in Minnesota (doncha know) that I have ever met. Happy late birthday, Cheryl. Here's to many more years of snarking on the befuddled, the zapped by dying batteries and the unfashionable.
OH, MAH, LEGS? THEY HURT.
What was I thinking?
Night, night and all that jazz. I gotta stretch this lazy ass before I turn into a peg-leg Snuffleupagus.