If only I would sit down and write when I have an idea...what glorious posts I would write. How wonderful and insightful and witty my writing would be. And the world would be a better place for my contribution...however small it may be.
<insert sarcastic chuckle and rolling of eyes>
Instead, my inspiration has past and I feel the need to write something. But what?
How about an update on my eating?
Well, I've been OP (although my flex points are gone, so that's kinda stretching the truth a bit, don't you think? I guess I'm following the letter and not the spirit of the law). A peek at the scale this morning sees me 2 pounds down and back into the 170's. Phew. And exercise is not regular...but I'll get there.
And I'm still grouchy about the goings on politically and I'm even grouchier about my husband's current crappy work environment. If the money wasn't so good...
And that, my friends, is that. Don't you feel blessed and enriched for having stopped by here today?