I’ve made a plan which – may or may not be successful in employment: I’m going on a diet. For real. No playing around. I haven’t weighed this much since I was pregnant. Horrifying! I mean, I love elephants, but I don’t wish to resemble one’s size.
Okay so we’re going to get off that topic for a minute. I’ve had a lot of sickies in my house lately. My daughter had her tonsils and adnoids removed, then we found the stray who had every possible problem in the world, but! Today I can honestly say everyone is in good health now. My little girl is recovered and eating finally, Julie is not longer shitting blood and I am going to be a supermodel… or something like that.
Anyway, nothing thoughtful today. The car is not totaled though! Yeah! I should have my prius back before the week is up. Hooray!
It truly sounds as though elephants are rampaging above my apartment. Now, knowing my fondness for the gentle giants under other circumstances I would be all like, “YEAH!” but these are not elephants. Nor are they magical unicorns prancing around with David Bowie circa The Labyrinth. So instead I’m all like, “NO!” These are loud people. Disturbing the peace loud people. Sigh. I can’t even begin to imagine what all that noise means. Well, I could probably imagine. I could write a mystery short story about these people, but I won’t. No particular reason. *shrug*
I just worked out for the first time in about a million years. Absolutely nearly died. My body was screaming “WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME??? ARE YOU INSANE???” And I kept on chugging along, rolls a jiggling, sweat a drip drip dripping and my breath shoving out in bursts. However, I was persistent. I have a goal to meet, and I plan to see it through. Never mind the big southern breakfast my Nana made for me this morning. Shhh… the diet doesn’t have to know.
God, I love the Big Bang Theory. Ahhh… there is happiness in the world.