It’s only 9am, and I’m feeling like it’s going to be a Diet Coke and donuts for breakfast type of day.
Not that I’m actually going to have a Diet Coke and a maple bar from the Provo Bakery, be still me heart, for breakfast. It’s just the type of morning when you wake up and think, “I may as well call it quits before I even start, pass me a bear claw.”
You know, the type of day I’m talking about. Nothing is really wrong in particular. But your house is a mess, you don’t feel like exercising (which means you probably need exercise more than anything) and instead of doing all the productive things you planned on doing…you’re probably going to watch episode 10 of Ugly Betty, season 1.
And instead of using Ginger’s precious morning nap time, which is mommy-time, to shower, or do the dishes, or clean up the 5+ craft projects that are littering my couches and coffee table, I’m going to contemplate the days when bras were optional (pre-nursing mammoth boobs) and post about caffeine and processed sugars on my blog.
Sometimes I think I deserve gold stars for overcoming all of natural inclinations to become a raging drug addict. But I guess that’s setting the bar pretty low.
Anywhoo, my favorite 40-year-old Latin lover was at ZUMBA yesterday. He traded his skin tight black t-shirt for a tank top. And I say, “Good for you buddy!” He’s worked hard to tone those arms and I think he should show them off.
I don’t want this post to be a total downer, so I’ll leave you with this picture I took on Sunday morning. Try not to have a cute-attack.