I joined a gym. I’m afraid to take a class. I’m more afraid I’ll run someone down in the parking lot while trying to find a spot.
I think it should be a law that Usher always be shirtless, preferably while flexing his abs.
My driveway is like an ice luge. I had to ring the doorbell and have J help me get out the other day. I hit an average of 4 snowbanks each time I attempt to back in.
I’m getting pretty good at Just Dance 2. But I get wii arm.
J refuses to use my new MacBook. He keeps insisting “I’m a PC!”
I spent my Saturday night running errands, eating popcorn and watching MTV. I need a life.
The Kings Speech was fantastic, made me want to marry Colin Firth, watch Love Actually again, and become British royalty even more.
We’re taking a family vacation to Vegas in May. I’m not sure we’ll be speaking by then, let alone by the time we come home.