Last week’s Boot Camp was awesome. Like you read.
This week? Well….
There’s the thing I like to call life. And this week hasn’t been a Boot Camp week, though I thought I’d have one. It was a normal week. Short run Monday, short run Tuesday,nothing Wednesday (!!!), and nothing so far today.
Granted, we are in the middle of buying a house. Etc.
Anyway… epic fail. Like I said I would!!
Here’s my non-exercising, excuses-excuses-excuses, p.h.f.r. roundup.
Look who decided to pay us a visit:
Which means I get to stop complaining about the cruddy weather we’ve been having. Hal-le-lu-jah. Our unexpected guest also drew these beautiful beauties out of their shell…
…and he made it possible for me to write,
uninterrupted, while watching my son play happily with the hose and the wading pool. (Sorry, no pictures, he’s in his birthday suit.)
(And… we’re back from rescuing his bare bottom from the bark mulch. There are some lessons I’d rather him not learn from experience, you know?)
The greatest thing to hit gospel music since The Chuck Wagon Gang:
How did we get stuck in here, again?
Yesterday’s to-do list that is, today, twice as long:
And did you notice “Learn Spanish”? Huh? Sure sign of craziness. I’ll write about it later.
In the meantime, go visit: