(So, here's the deal: You remember back in January, when I claimed I'd post a pic a day, and then failed not-so-epically, because we all know that that is my typical modus operandi? Yeah, that. Well, I'm not sure I should get any credit for this (I absolutely should), but despite the lack of evidence of life here on the blog, I still tried to take at least a pic, or a screen shot, or something that captured a moment in my day, and upload it to the drafts folder, so I'd have it there if I ever decided to show my face again. I started to sputter right around NFC championship time (I had a party to plan, duh), but I did surprisingly well with making sure I left my phone available for my children to hijack and use as their personal selfie-taking machine. :-p)
So, looking back, this is what I uploaded for January 12th. If you'll recall, I was contemplating getting a jumpstart on my mid-life crisis, and, as such, was spending more time than usual at the gym, training. I had some very specific goals that I hoped to accomplish:
- Break my personal record for "Longest Talk Story Session after a Workout," and
- Discover the most perfect post-workout smoothie combination the YMCA's coffee shop has to offer.
Anyway, one night, my Mister and I headed to the gym by ourselves, determined to get a quick workout in; we weren't quick enough, apparently, as this text evidences:
She's sassy, isn't she? I guess she called, but my phone was hiding in my locker, so then she felt the need to resort to scathing text messages.
But--never fear; I've been translating this girl's love language for 14 years, and she is clearly saying, "Mama, where are you? I thought you would be home by now, and I'm a little worried about you. I miss you; please call me ASAP, so I know you're safe, and so I can ask you to stop by the store and pick up some ice cream for us. I love you."
You see it, don't you? Yeah, I thought so. :)
{All for now.}
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