Ben is on his way home, Man-squared is working, Abbie is helping a friend, and I just finished editing the last of three marketing blasts. I'm on page 191 of the gargantuan e-book I started working on 3 weeks ago (First time through. I'll have to go through it again, but it will go much faster the second time. Right now it's like climbing Everest.) and thought this was as good a time as any to bore you with the mundane details of my life.
Saturday we had our Sunday school class over for a barbecue (or cook-out, depending on whether you're rebel or yankee) and as usual, wound up with way too many desserts. I successfully avoided the massive chocolate chip cookies until Sunday afternoon, but they went perfectly with my two cups of coffee. And the brownie I ate at the bridal shower Sunday night was just to make sure I got no sleep at all. Monday I woke up with a food and caffeine hangover.
After a weekend of no exercise and too much food, I couldn't wait to get to the gym. I jumped on the StairMaster for the first time in 3 or 4 weeks because apparently I am a fan of pain. After 90 floors I decided I'd better save some strength (ha!) for the Strive class that came next. That would be the class in which I was told to hold a plank while balancing on one elbow and the opposite foot, and you better believe I whined about it, but not before I did a face-plant in the carpet. No more cheesecake for you-know-who. ;-)
And then the storm came and we shut the computers down, so here we are the next morning and I'll spare you the details about Pete and his drool and putting him in jail.
Be thankful ~