This week I am the most boring person ever. My highlight post is the crazy crackle nail job. How very sad is that?
It’s just that life is standing completely still in this first part of March. I’m actually taking the kids to the mall later just to get some exercise. I’ll be the one wearing the sweatband and racing grandma to Macy’s.
I won’t really wear a sweatband.
Sigh in relief.
I am determined to purchase a piece of exercise equipment before next winter. I like a treadmill best because they are versatile – walk, run or crawl. Unless I start skiing every weekend (I’ve never actually been skiing), it’s impossible for me to get any outdoor exercise. Walking anywhere cannot happen until the big melt. Our roads are half their normal size making walking in the road dangerous (not to mention lack of visibility from snow mounds), and sidewalks are an icy, slushy, mess (the walks that are actually shoveled).
We are turning to Jello and not the good kind. We’re a flavor like pistachio. We look similar to moldy brain ooze.
We must ooze out of our front door now, exclusively. The snow, ice pack is slowly sliding off the back roof, making walking to the car a suicide run.
You might think I am using this spare time to clean the closets, eliminate the dust bunnies multiplying under my bed, or just being creative, but I am not.
I’m more like a big red bathrobe clad bear slowly rubbing winter’s sleep from her eyes.
Only I haven’t used up winter’s stored fat.
What have you been doing with your March?
To completely change the subject…
Note: All photos were taken a couple of weeks ago while visiting my mom.