But aside from my horrific recipe, I still ate a freaking tuna sandwich IN BED at 9:30 at night! What's wrong with me? I kicked my own ass to the gym last night and tortured myself for an hour long cross-training session with an instructor who insisted on listening (and singing along) to Nickelback. Seriously? Nickelback?! That's the worst band in the history of music--all of music, even in the animal kingdoms. I'd rather listen to howler monkeys or a cat in heat. Or a choir of howler monkeys and horny cats in an ensemble. I wanted to cry, from the pain in my legs and my ears.
That's all. I just had to share how nasty I've become since my husband went to Asia.
Today's subject line quote is from How I Met Your Mother (2005 TV Series)
Episode: Sorry, Bro (2009)