Sometimes you feel like going to bed late and sleeping in. Would that it were possible every day of the week.
Sometimes you feel like snapping a picture of a fast car so you can dream about what it’d be like to ride in it.
Sometimes you feel like crying for the dashed hopes of a nation. (Sorry, Great Britain. You’ll have to wait even longer for that long-awaited Wimbledon title. Maybe next year?)
Sometimes you feel like sitting around the house in your pajamas all day. Our Sunday morning hike has become a Monday morning hike instead. Good thing I don’t have to go in to work until midafternoon.
Sometimes you feel like cleaning out your car. And sometimes you don’t. I’m trying to tell myself I do. The Focus is in serious need of decluttering. I want a nice, pristine vehicle to drive when I head to Anaheim at the end of the month.
Sometimes you feel like sitting through a marathon of trashy Lifetime movies instead of cleaning out your car. Help! Pry my butt off the chair so I can get something accomplished today … like a much-needed shower.
Sometimes you feel like eating an ear of farm-fresh sweet corn, carb count be damned. (It was the best darn ear of corn I’ve had in years … years, I tell you.)
And, of course, sometimes you feel like a nut. 😉 I still prefer the wasabi-soy sauce variety, but these were handy. (The Boyfriend won’t eat spicy foods, so he won’t buy that flavor. I have to get my fix on my own time.)
P.S. Here’s a picture of Friday morning’s scale reading … 220.8. Not quite 220.6, but better than the 221.2 I saw when I tried to repeat Thursday’s WI for the camera.
I’ll take it, that’s for sure. The 210s are so close I can reach out and grab them, provided I stay away from additional ears of farm-fresh sweet corn and half-price milkshakes from Sonic. And I must move my body, not sit around all day watching TV.
Looking forward to Monday morning’s hike!