I walked into Target a couple of days ago for the soul purpose of getting a bottle of Advil.
This is what I walked out with.
Plus the bottle of Advil, which I almost forgot.
Until five minutes ago, there was still a toilet on my front porch.
I like to snack on frozen blueberries.
But I like them better in pie.
Consequently my sweat pants have purple-blue finger print stains on them.
I'm almost done with week two of Project Life.
I am having so much fun.
Whenever I start back at P90X, my mantra becomes,
"I hate P90X."
I'd rather eat blueberry pie.
The boy, who has an apartment of his own, his home again for the weekend.
It's been not quite a full five days since he last left.
I'm not complaining.