I woke this morning late. I had a good reason; it was my second waking. I had been up between 3:45 and 4:30 to snowblow the driveway. Sis is on duty today at the maternity ward and there's no telling babies to wait for a more convenient day. Four o'clock found us bent to the task of shoving over 14 inches of snow somewhere else. Exhausting! I think I heard a collective neighborhood hallejulah when I shut the snowblower down thirty minutes later.
So back to bed I went and off to work she went. As I lay there in my cozy bed, I felt as if it could be one of those days. A day to spend entirely abed in truly hedonistic fashion, but, as you can see, I resisted the urge.
I marched right down those stairs and straight to the shower. I even remembered to moisturize and then I attempted to get dressed. Wait a minute, wait a minute, I seem to have gained twenty-five pounds since last I wore these pants! And these are my fat pants!! Oh-oh...this means war. I am so not eating those last three peanut M & M's.