Perhaps it should be about losing 20! No, No, we won't get into that. This post could be a part II of mobs, mafias and auto immune diseases. It has been a rough month.
I have been hobbling around on one foot for weeks now. My foot is killing me. I have self diagnosed myself as usual, but ended up going to the doctor anyways, not just because of the pain, but because I look like a moron hobbling around on one foot! The first thing he mentioned was how I have began to develop bunions....bunions...I know this! I know! I don't need anyone telling me this! I'm not even 30yrs old yet, BUNIONS should not even be part of my vocabulary. Then he diagnosed me with exactly what I thought I had, hence, why I should have become a doctor and then told me to see a podiatrist and get some orthotics....orthotics?...are we sure I wasn't born in 1922 instead of 82? I don't think so mister. You wont see me walking around in my yoga pants and tank with a pair of big black orthotic Reebok's on. Nope.
tomorrow is Doug and I's anniversary. Three of the children will be home, but Annah is babysitting them so we can go out to dinner. I have nothing cute to wear, I need to lose 20 lbs and I'm hobbling around like a peg legged wench. At this point all I need is some big boobs and a bottle of rum and I could hang out on the black pearl with Captain Jack. I'm not feeling very confident about myself lately...obviously!
BUT, we are house sitting for my parents and it's lovely hanging out there. Very relaxing. I relaxed on the beach this afternoon and then hiked through the garden, I swear the plants are taller than I am. Doug just enjoys all the television channels since I don't let him have them at home! So he is in his glory too!
Baseball is finally over, the picnic is tomorrow, but football and cheer leading starts Monday, so no breaks here!
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