Apparently, one cannot just download or “favorite” pics of yoga and workouts and healthy food and expect to lose weight. Bummer.
|My Man took these pictures as the great SnowMeltAgeddon2015 began this morning.|
This week is forecasted to be a flip flops but bring your parka kind of wacky weatherness. Yay.
The Wild Boy will be home Friday for Spring Break. So far, he has allotted precisely 39 minutes of free time from his week at home to spend with his Father and I. And no, I still have not cleaned up his room since he left after Christmas Break. Because I
am lazy like that miss him.
My Man got some bad news from his cardiologist last week. Well, bad as in a royal bum-chewing. So, he has enthusiastically (notsomuch) joined the Eat Clean/Train Mean Club at Smith Abbey. My Girl is the founding member and dictator. The last few weeks, she has stood by and watched us consume mass quantities of junk and wine and kept her comments, for the most part, to herself. She and I went shopping and you. guys. She takes this stuff seriously. She read every single label of every single item before I was allowed to put it in the cart. I
ran from lost her a few times and she nearly gutted the cart upon hunting me down finding me. I made the mistake of slowing down just a teeny bit near, not even in front of, the ice cream freezer and she rammed me with the cart. Okay, so she didn’t ram me with the cart but she did say, “NO” in that elongated-low-tone-only-a-mother-or-Czarina uses. I was scared. I have never spent so little upon checking out at the Trader Joe’s. Ever. Clearly, we are all going to starve.
So My Man and I went to the Costco today and good news! They had pop tarts. My Man bought a case, “for The Wild Boy” who comes home Friday, remember? Also fruit loops and some sort of chocolaty yummieness they call “cereal”. *Don’t tell Czarina Smith or she will have us in front of a firing squad faster than you can say Krispy Kreme Donuts.*
The Big Car Purchase of the decade continues. I made the mistake of mentioning aloud that My Girl’s Grand Cherokee was more comfy to ride in than my Fancy Pants car. That evening, My Man had somehow won a bet that he suckered me into that involved my going to look at Jeeps if I lost. Three weeks later and the new and improved Fancy Pants is in the driveway. I have to admit, it is pretty suh-weet. I did moan a bit how I actually have to lift the tailgate and lower the tailgate by hand. My Man quickly reminded me of the Eat Clean/Train Mean Club Code of Conduct Section 3, paragraph 2 which states, “there will be no moaning” and also, “do more lifting”. Whatever.
Time to go hide the contraband we picked up at Costco today. Y’all have a great day! And please, For The Love, stop posting pictures on facebook of all the delicious foods you are cooking, baking and consuming!