Oh, the nerve of some insurance guy to come over and draw blood from my "beautiful veins" in my very own house. When I ordered my dining room table I never would have guessed that a stranger would stick a needle in my arm while I was sitting at it. AND THEN. And then he had the nerve to pull a scale out of his bag, plop it on my precious Adeline rug from PB, and weigh me. The nerve! At that moment my husband walked toward us and I hissed, My husband cannot know my weight! I stepped on the scale with great trepidation and, lo and behold, it wasn't so bad. I might even want Curt to know it. No, wait, I changed my mind. He still can't know. He can never know.
Energized by my 2 pound weight loss, I hit the gym last night. The scale there was not as friendly. Maybe I should just take the average.
I've learned something since having Annabeth. It takes more energy to feel bad about my body than it does to actually work out.
Enough about all that.
Today is Janelle's 30th birthday! Go wish her a happy day! She is going camping tonight with college students. Hopefully they'll make her some birthday s'mores!
Janelle, you are an amazing friend. Your gentle spirit, humility, compassion, and love for Heath and Ella are priceless. I can't wait to celebrate your birthday very soon!