Friday, February 27, 2009

Lent, Day Three: Some Observations

Cookie Friday at the bank would be vastly improved by adding a variety of cookie other than chocolate chip.

Iced tea is my new best friend.

Ten-year old boys should think before asking their mothers if they are really going to “wear those tight yoga pants to Pilates” while clucking their tongues disapprovingly because; yes, I am. Also, your allowance? Yeah, gone.

Wind blows. No, really, wind blows; I tire of chasing our trashcan down the street.

Just when I think I am familiar with every form of torture offered by Pilates, the evil genius instructor comes up with some new way to hurt me.

Tomorrow, I am going to sit through eight hours of Pee Wee wrestling. Without a Diet Pepsi.

That last sentence made me laugh in a manner that could be described as slightly hysterical.

This does not bode well.

1 comment:

desperate housewife said...

You are a devoted Catholic for sure. Protestants don't go always go in for Lent observation, but my best friend always gives up something big (this year: ALL sugar!) so I feel compelled to join in. Gotta keep her company. My sacrifice? Swearing.
Yeah, I'm noble.