Saturday I spent four hours cleaning the house and doing laundry, all the while trying not to lose my mind tripping over dogs; filled out all my Christmas cards; ran to Target for gift wrapping supplies and toiletries; and got mad at myself for forgetting to pick up beer. Yes, beer. When did I become a beer drinker?
Sunday I wrapped gifts for three hours (impossible to do in the same room as the dogs, unless you are trying to go insane); ran to the grocery story; made banana bread (which NEVER turns out as good as Kari's); did some more cleaning and laundry; and packed.
What did Pippi do this weekend when she wasn't annoying the crap out of me?
|Just clean around me. I'm keeping this sunbeam occupied.|
Tomorrow is the big day...my brother and I turn THIRTY!
Apparently my brother is taking it pretty hard, which I just don't understand. He's married, owns his own house, and is doing pretty well for himself. I...have a dog? And yet, it really doesn't bother me. I just love my birthday. Bring on the cake! And the celebrations! It's just a freakin number. You can't make yourself any younger, so you might as well just go with it.
So anyway, I'm going to get back on track this week with running. I will I will I will! I've decided I need to work on my training plan again, balancing out running and cross-training better. Today is spinning. Wee!
After spin tonight I'm going to my friend's until tomorrow. She's got some crazy awesome surprise planned and I can't wait!
Thirty is going to be good. I can feel it in my bones.