So....I've finished off my 2nd week at the gym.
And I am officially more tired now than I ever was before. That whole thing about exercise giving you energy is a crock.
So....I went to Pilates class on Friday.
And I dropped my weights, made a loud crash, and gave everyone the gym giggles. And now I hurt. All over. That's what I get for being class clown.
So....Tate had his last t-ball game last night.
And he got a "tro-fee" from Coach Dad. And I think he is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen....NFL eye patches and all.
So....my besties and I took our wild bunch of rascals to see UP.
And I cried. Because it was sweet. And I'm a sucker for a love story. Even if it was all about a grumpy old man that reminded me of Walter Matthau.
So....the husband hit a deer today.
And it messed up the entire front end of his truck. As I type this he is on his way to buy a truck that he is going to take apart for the parts. And we will be that redneck family who has half a truck sitting in their yard. I'm sure that there will even be concrete blocks involved.
So....the husband didn't bring the deer home and cut it up for meat.
And I'm shocked. Because that is usually how he rolls.
So....the kids are going to a local church's VBS next week.
And I'm going to have 3 hours to myself every single day. And I'll pretend to be sad when I drop them off every day.
So....I really want a bowl of icecream.
And I might just eat one.