No, really, I'm not. In fact, I do better when I golf left handed...and to be honest, I almost typed "I do better when I bat left handed" because that's pretty much what it looks like.
N came home early but not as early as last time. We hung out, and I finished compiling food for our night at the Aimee & Wes' house while N played around on my laptop. When I finished making Aimee's "no bake" coconut cream pie, we took off to run a few errands.
On the way out to Aimee's, we met some other friends in Rockwall to drop off two doorstops, I mean, loaves of banana bread. I've been bugged to make it for weeks and each time I make it we don't end up getting together so it gets trashed or given away. Today, though, we made it happen.
On the way, I get a message saying something to the effect of, "I told my kids who I was meeting, and they both came running." It's in writing. I'm the most awesome. Other people and their children come running when there's a chance to see me. I wish my kids would take a page out of that book sometimes.
Really, they're pretty great. They mostly love to have me around. Mostly. Anyway, we got to Aimee's and her littlest, the one who normally runs, screaming, was friends with me! He played with me! And we watched Peter Pan about a jillion times. I think he has a new favorite!
We ate dinner and pie and snacks and then Wes told us about some butt exercises that he learned on his oil rig (go ahead and laugh...I did), but I knew most of them...so I taught him some abdominal stuff he can do, and then we did squats. Everyone else wussed out, but I did my 90. I have 5 days and I'm done with round two of the squats challenge.
My thighs appreciate my efforts. My abdomen says I need to get back on the pilates bandwagon.
After all what's the use of staying single for life if you can't look good while doing so?
Duh.
Aubs
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