I talked myself into running a half-marathon in a month without any training.
I went to one, ONE!, fitness dance aerobic class last week and I’ve been sore for days.
This half is gonna rock!!!
Nothing really suggests any sort of joy exuded from either woman. And let’s be honest, I expect nothing less when it comes to being a forced subject of Paul Gauguin’s.
The man is simply intolerable.
Roy Lichtenstein really nailed my steady stream of tears scrolling through cute puppies, triple-layer cakes I can’t bake, and cute couples walking hand-in-hand before becoming swept up in a warm embrace.
Just kidding, my nails are never done, nor is my lip color! I’m charging my phone, sitting on the edge of my bed in a towel, 20 minutes behind plans, just like every other basic chick.
I need a tomato slice, or swiss and mushrooms, on this bad boy before I call it dinner, but DANG!, this looks delicious right now.
That and I’ve eaten about 4 pounds of Milky Way minis since Tuesday night…needin’ some meats!