Last night, I was amazing. After my super awesome workout on the treadmill and subsequent super workout on the stationary bike, I then did laps in the pool for an hour before soaking up the stifling air of the sauna rounding it all up with a heart-stopping blast of cold water, which made me feel wonderfully minty all over. On the way home I was famished, a feeling that I was supposed to have left behind, but it still lingers-and stopped at good ol' Kwik Trip for a couple bags of milk and a 99 cent burger.
After tearing off the bun, I nibbled 1/4 of my patty, put it aside and 20 minutes later got my full feeling without getting sick. I was a professional walnut-sized-stomach owner. Then this morning, I screwed it all up and ate an egg roll. The whole thing. Fuckin' dumbass.
On the bright side, Curt rolled over the other day in bed and put his hand on my hip. He said he had to open his eyes to make sure it was me, because I didn't feel like me. Heh. Do all men think random women would just climb into bed with them for no reason? I snark only because after making up for Valentines day with Menard's day, he turned around and procrastinated putting fuel in the tank for the furnace last night, so we froze until this morning. it wouldn't be so bad if he would just shut up and admit he messed up; unfortunately, I married the world's best excuse maker. By the time he was done it was all my fault because I went to the gym and ate a hamburger patty. I think I'm fairly ready to get away from him when the snow melts too. I'm secretly really glad he does not work from home anymore, so I can limit my conjugal visits to weekends. We are gonna be so damned in love by fall!
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