I skipped yoga yesterday to let Michael play in the backyard longer. He was having a wonderful time running laps with the dogs and anatomizing the giant pile of that used to be an anthill. After cranky baby syndrome outbreaks going around, I didn't want to risk exposing him to another bout.
He played outside most of the day. And since can see the back yard clearly from the kitchen and living room, I was able to get dishes done and work on a painting! When it's finished, I'll put it up on my website for you to stare at in awe. Then it will go to the highest bidder because you can put a price on the things you love.
I still went to Megagym and ran my butt, literally, off. It fell right onto the floor by the elliptical machines. Very embarrassing, yet satisfying that all that badonkadonk is off my backside. You know what sucks about Megagym? The extremely nice locker room that makes the finest room in my house look like a prison cell...is filled with people. I. hate.
Exhibit A: Naked Grandma
She has now gotten other grannies to join her ranks as she attacks the dressing areas with her exposed cooter. There are at least 2 other elderly women that now drop trou simultaneously to hike up the legs and apply lotion in a dasterdly strike of terrorism.
Exhibit B:) Hostile Harriet
This woman spends her day making laps in the locker room to bitch about any single thing she can about the news. And not just legitimate news! If Access Hollywood is on, you'd better prepare yourself for a threatening lecture about Octumom or Rhianna. The first time I encountered Hostile Harriet she made me feel personally responsible for the death of Kaylee Anthony. And yesterday? She bitched about her healthcare premium going "up $20 because people who are sick all the time make too many claims" and Obama came up with decent compromise. Really, lady? You can't sacrifice $20 to help someone in need? Our country was founded on democracy, that means majority rule. If you can't understand that the greater good of the country reflects your premium going up a negligible amount, not my problem.
I just put my headphones in while she was still talking. Which is why, I need my own iPod.
Dom and I share one. And he takes it to work with him most days because the gym at his work isn't as spectacular as mine that provides personal t.v.'s and such. And since I know dropping hints like "I've really enjoyed having the iPod these last couple of weeks" won't work, here goes...
I want this for my birthday...or St. Patrick's Day...or whatever excuse you want to use to get it to me...
Today's subject line quote is "Satisfaction" by Benny Benassi, the song from the stupid Wendy's commercial with the hamburgers that go up and down like a synthesizer and totally creeps me out.
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