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It’s Been Monday All Day

November 23, 2009 in Jazzercise

This is the best excuse I have for not going to Jazzercise. I’m just not feeling it. It’s Monday. Also, The Husband is home. He’s off this week, which I’m really, really, really SO HAPPY about.

But, when he’s home my routine heads south on a 747. I have to send him out on LONG errands just to get some writing in. Today’s actually been pretty good because he’s fascinated by that super-load generator  traveling through South Carolina right now. Something about the size… (It’s so big it takes four tractor trucks to pull/push it around.) Whatever. It’s a guy thing. He’s been out with his brother looking at it for hours. They probably did a few other equally guy things. Hey, as long as they stayed out of nudie bars, I’m fine with it.

I’m going to turn on some music and dance around the house for a while. Maybe that’ll burn enough calories to keep a pound or two at bay. If I sit still too long, weight jumps onto certain areas of my VOLUPTOUS frame and clings for dear life.

Who am I kidding? This is Thanksgiving week. No matter what, I’ll gain five pounds. Maybe I’ll just relax and enjoy it. Where are those Lindor truffles?

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  1. Trish says

    November 24, 2009 at 3:19 am

    You’re hubby needs to take some video of you dancing around the house. (oh and include some imaginary guitar playing)then he can post it to the internet (you should probably be in your underwear and a big/drappy man’s shirt)and you’ll be come as famous as Tom Cruise!

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