Sunday, February 22, 2009
5:30 am. Hubby off to work, and it's seriously raining this morning so my planned work day at the Native Plant Demo-Garden is cancelled. Once again I don't want to go to the gym (but am happy to report that I went to the gym yesterday after much mental debate). It's such a strange little battle that goes on in my tiny little brain.
The voluptuous diva laying on the couch in front of the tv tells me: "DARRRRLING! -Its raining, you worked out yesterday -keep your flannel pj's and bunny shoes on and make me a fresh cup of java with a generous dollop of Bailey's cream liquor and an onion bagel with cream cheese."
While the mountain biker chick with an attitude says "Get off your fat PATOOTIE, get your work out clothes on and get your tush to the gym!!!!
I'm just not sure who will win out today. Uh-oh, the A.D.D. punk in me is now bored with this blogging thing and wants to get back to earning some sparkie points, so I'm off to huddle ... Ciao for now.