I keep telling Bean every time we go to the gym that I need to come up with a playlist for working out. Instead I spend half my time skipping over songs that are too damn slow for working out, or have a weird rhythm, or are too sappy or too…something. You know what I mean. At least I remembered to charge it when I got home today. I don’t think it would have made it through another workout.
We had a great time with Firefly’s family for the holiday. I would like to state for the record that her cousin makes the. best. chicken. ever. Ever. And he loved his cake.
And now I’m going to go clean something. And not fall asleep on the couch while poring over a book of baby names. But not manes, because that’s just silly. I don’t want Firefly getting upset again. Because let me tell you, you don’t want to be on her bad side. No way, buster. Or maybe it’s just that her hormones are a little…well…all over the place, and she doesn’t need me making it worse by stressing her out. Whatever. It doesn’t really matter why, I’m going to go do something that will make her happy.
