it’s not that i’m not grateful…

late this morning, after running errands, hubby returned home announcing he’d brought me a donut.  joy!  not only am i not supposed to eat donuts (gluten intolerant), but if i were to splurge, it better be for a chocolate iced, creme-filled donut (and NOT the coconut peanut donuts he likes best– which was what was in the bag).

wtf are the bucks doing?

seriously…   are we going to be down at the half?  to wisconsin?

eta @ 4:57 pm:  guess not!

on ice

so, the pilgrim e-mails me to say that he got tired of “waiting me out” and has decided that he’s “put me on ice” long enough.  so, i’m guessing he’s getting close to being done with me?

…  purrfect.

i ran, i ran

i ran and didn’t die.  despite the snot nose and burning lungs.  don’t know why i didn’t remember to take kleenex along?

(thank god for long sleeves… )

closet cleaning

i deleted 99% of the mister-mister posts.  it was time for him to go.  permanently.

forever in sick

i have been sick for what seems like frickin’ forever.  and the last time i ran was two sundays ago.  and sure, it was a good run (9 miles), but nothing since.  i’m thinking my lungs are feeling like i can try ‘em out tomorrow.  if all goes well, i’ll be back at it this week.  altho, i’m still worried about that marathon i signed up for…

in other news, master and i are officially empty nesters.  the boy moved out last sunday.  normally i’d be ecstatic… turning cartwheels… whistling dixie.  however, due to the fact that i’ve been so sick, i haven’t had time to enjoy it.  the coupleness.  again.  but i’m looking forward to it once i shake this plague.

speaking of shaking… i’m still trying to shake the pilgrim.  i may have made some headway this week.  but it’s slow going.  altho, it does seem like he’s cutting back on his end as well.  he has a temper and can be moody.  and likes to hold things back, so he can actually just be fuming on his end and i’m not yet aware of it??  but, i’m cautiously taking this as a good sign.  i just want to be done.  and i’m good with my decision.  i guess you could say that i’m just waiting for him to be on board…

Wednesday’s Abs: Aniston

i can’t go any faster…

no, seriously.  i can’t.  two speeding tickets in less than 3 months.  word on the street is if i get one more within the next 3 months i’m looking at an automatic license suspension.  which is so NOT what i need at the moment.  so, if you drive the I70E on your way home from work, please don’t ride my ass.  i’ve been a good girl and no longer drag in the fast line.  i’m stickin’ to the middle lane.  and i’m drivin’ 70 in a 65 zone, so technically, you have no reason to be on my ass.  but don’t worry, i may be slow, but i won’t slam on my brakes to “warn” you… i hate that sh!t.

and please!,  quit singing “go speed racer, go-go speed racer” every time i enter the room.  past stale.

cold feet

my feet are cold.  so i’m going to bed.

Monday’s Nun