I am doing everything in my power to excuse myself from working out. My friend told me the other day that she never wants to work out but never regrets doing it. It's true for me, too. Unfortunately, I can't get myself to act on it right now. But I've told myself that after I get this blog post finished, it's off to pop in a DVD of good old Jillian. Watch out. This might be a long one.
Bloggity blog blog.
Brian's been attacked by chiggers. I told him this is one downside to living in a tropical paradise, and he laughed bitterly. "I hate this place," he said for the four-hundred-and-thirty-fifth time last night as I dabbed calamine lotion on each bite with a Q-tip. The pink, runny lotion dried slowly and as he turned over, pink streaks covered the couch. "I really hate this place," he repeated.
Let's take a moment of silence for his itchiness.
Disclaimer: This photo is not a photo of his current condition. This is from last summer. But it's not much different this time around.
Thankfully, he wasn't too miserable for MOVIE TUESDAY!, something that sounds like a tradition but is really just one way of enjoying being grown-ups and picking our own bedtime. We watched Doubt, the sort of movie that I rather like and that Brian does not like very much at all. In fact, I think I could have only liked it more if the nuns were the singing kind and there were some Von Trapp children thrown into the mix, but then the hope of getting Brian to sit through it would have vanished completely. Ah, well, he can pick the movie next time MOVIE TUESDAY! rolls around.
Okay. I have run out of random thoughts. I'm going to go do this. I'm going to add years to my life. I'm going to go give myself a natural high from workout endorphins. I'm going to go make myself look great.
AUGHH! I don't want to go work out.
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