On my pillow this morning. First thing. And it's all because of these.
Who puts shoe forms in flip-flops anyway?
These are Reeboks. What my husband wears around the house.
Flip flop. Flip flop. Flip flop.
So irritating! And I think he could mass produce them and sell them in the clock department. As alarms. They wake me up every morning as he moves around the bedroom. And the forms?
His words. "I've got to put them somewhere."
Speaking of produce. What am I going to do with all these cucumbers?
I battled my way through a jungle yesterday to find these. I think there are more hiding in there. But after finding, picking, and carrying, I was exhausted. And sweating!
Which reminds me. Duane hurt my feelings because he didn't like my idea of Sweating With Duane as a title for a fitness blog.
He said, "Sandra . . . it sounds so . . . dirty. *shudder.*"
Sniff. I thought it had a certain ring to it.
And it reminded me of sweating with someone else in Boston. No Reno. I think. Whatever. Wherever. I've always loved Richard. Really. He's very funny. And kind. And I told him about a current stressor at the time, and he encouraged me not to eat my way through it.
Goodness. That's a Heart Truth T-shirt. It makes me look fat. Which reminds me. My chest hurt yesterday while mowing the lawn. I need to sweat more. Join me.
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