I'm not in this for the weight loss, but I can't help but notice that my love handles have been slowly parting ways with me. I suppose this is good, but I'm curious and a little worried about how I will keep warm this winter.
Since I don't have a Before picture to scar your eyes with, I took the liberty of airbrushing a current photo to reinstate the previous me (It's a Before AND After picture). I know...I'm almost embarrassed at what an amazing job I did with the airbrushing. America's Got Talent, here I come.
So, if you're concerned about your purple love handles and blue saddlebags, running is free and easy. Go do it.
In other news, the weather has gone from terrible to unbearable. We haven't even made it to the pool lately because we don't want to leave the house to get to the pool. We have two black vehicles. Why do we have two black vehicles? Because we love to hear the sound of our skin sizzling every time we jump onto the seats without paying attention (which is every time). But I might brave it today.
Yesterday, the boy-dog tracked pink footprints throughout the kitchen. The kids left the paint out after painting birdhouses. I know it was Artie because he has pink feet. As he lay snoozing in the sun, right next to the back door, I was slaving away on my hands and knees with a scrubby brush, making sure to take up every last inch of paint. I could see that he was laying on a footprint so I told him to move. He stared at me. I told him in a louder voice to move and he stared at me and blinked. So I got up and opened the sliding glass door and he was gone in a flash. Back to the floor, back to scrubbing, what is that noise? I look up and Artie's RIGHT outside of the back door, relieving himself onto the glass. So when I finally got done with the floor-scrubbing, I got to move on to window-cleaning.
And that's all I have for today. I better go do something with my day so I'll have something new to write about!
Artie's gross.
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