Like they’re goin’ to hell and they gotta be the first one there…
It’s all fun and games until the blue lights come on.
This one’s actually a three-liner:
“I just pray it will all work out.”
“What?”
“Daddy’s Pontiac.”
I’m not sure if it was just because I got out on my walk with Milo much later than usual this morning, or if there is something going on. Is it “Women’s Fitness” day or something? Or is this just what the housewives do at 9:30 in the morning, en masse?
You can’t see it from my crappy pictures (I need a new camera phone), but there was a caravan, and I don’t use that term lightly, a caravan of mom’s with humungo baby strollers storming through the park and blazing the trail today. I guess the leaders got to set the tone, the two women in front started doing lunges behind their strollers, and it was a domino effect. The quarter-mile of women behind them started doing lunges.
It wasn’t just the moms, though. Before they descended on the park, there were a plethora of women hanging out in the park as well. There were so many they were laying in the middle of the trail and doing crunches. Milo was distrurbed, he didn’t know what the hell was going on. He skirted around them as quickly as possible. I for one would have been scared to lay in the middle of the trail on Bike to Work day – those bikers are a bit nutso in the driving department.
I know all of this could have been alleviated by simply asking one of them, “Hey, what’s going on here?” But they were all so intense and focused, I really didn’t want to take them away from their exercising.
It’s a sunshiny morning, both outside and inside my head. I have a new job, I’ve given notice at the old one, I have a dog sitter, and dates are getting close to finalized for the honeymoon. It’s like those t-shirts say, Life is Good!
I stay stuffy most of the year, so when I actually notice that my head is stuffed up and I can’t breathe, it’s pretty bad. I’ve often times said, “I’m just going to stuff a pepper up my nose and see if it clears it up.” I was ready to snort some Tabasco one day, but then I realized to snort, you would have to be able to breathe, and I couldn’t. I did try a matchstick of ginger once, but that didn’t work out as well as I had hoped.
So, imagine my surprise when the peeps over at fitsugar had this pepper nasal spray on the site. It’s like someone developed a product directly from my warped mind.
It’s cold and gray. Something happens around 5:30 PM – I swear the temperature drops from 60 to 40 at that exact moment. I want sunny and 70, that dips just to maybe a chilly 55 at night – keyword being night, not 6 pm when it’s still daylight out. It’s April already, but I guess Mother Nature hasn’t got the memo yet.
But, that’s enough complaining. Other than being a little chilly and still needing to wear fluffy house shoes, life is good. It’s not slushy melon margarita good yet, but that’s just around the corner. Well, if Mother Nature ever gets that memo. Maybe she’s on vacation in the tropics, enjoying her own cocktail.
latest posts from Decoration Inspiration the latest from Madd Hatter’s Kitchen