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stoney321Guess who has two thumbs and started up P90X again?
Guess who has two thumbs and wants to punch Tony Horton in the neck meat?
Guess who has two thumbs and is so sore she can't raise her arms to punch said instructor in the neck meat?
Guess who has two thumbs and is instead making herself laugh by doing a John McCain impression? [The one from the debate with the goofy face behind Obama's back, lol]
I had to go to the store for sundries and when unloading said sundries from the back of my SUV, could barely raise my arm to lower the back gate and whimpered. And contemplated turning on the garage door to crash the lid down. I didn't, because I don't want to spent umpteen dollars in repairs. BUT IT WAS CLOSE.
I made the Pioneer Woman's chai gingerbread bars (not hers, but from her Tasty Kitchen site) and they were a HUGE hit with the family. They're not overly sweet, which is a massive bonus at this time of the year.
Guys, I don't think I have the arm strength to mop. I think I only have enough to put fudge in my mouth and play some Fallout. Oh, bonus to the hard core working out I'm doing, I'm falling asleep easily and deeply. YAY. But I'm missing phone calls from friends, BOO. (Kassie, I'll hit you up this afternoon, yo.)
Oh, and I think I pissed off a voodoo priest because I have a The Believer's size zit on my cheek. If that thing pops and spiders come out, I'm slitting my throat, just know that. Please play "Think of Laura!" by Christopher Cross at my funeral. And drink a lot. And laugh, don't cry [I know she'd want it that way, hey, hey!] And beware the voodoo priest that will most likely show up to make me an undead. RIGHT THROUGH THE BRAINS, GUYS, I WILL NOT BE TURNED. I leave my zombieship in your capable hands.
Guess who has two thumbs and wants to punch Tony Horton in the neck meat?
Guess who has two thumbs and is so sore she can't raise her arms to punch said instructor in the neck meat?
Guess who has two thumbs and is instead making herself laugh by doing a John McCain impression? [The one from the debate with the goofy face behind Obama's back, lol]
I had to go to the store for sundries and when unloading said sundries from the back of my SUV, could barely raise my arm to lower the back gate and whimpered. And contemplated turning on the garage door to crash the lid down. I didn't, because I don't want to spent umpteen dollars in repairs. BUT IT WAS CLOSE.
I made the Pioneer Woman's chai gingerbread bars (not hers, but from her Tasty Kitchen site) and they were a HUGE hit with the family. They're not overly sweet, which is a massive bonus at this time of the year.
Guys, I don't think I have the arm strength to mop. I think I only have enough to put fudge in my mouth and play some Fallout. Oh, bonus to the hard core working out I'm doing, I'm falling asleep easily and deeply. YAY. But I'm missing phone calls from friends, BOO. (Kassie, I'll hit you up this afternoon, yo.)
Oh, and I think I pissed off a voodoo priest because I have a The Believer's size zit on my cheek. If that thing pops and spiders come out, I'm slitting my throat, just know that. Please play "Think of Laura!" by Christopher Cross at my funeral. And drink a lot. And laugh, don't cry [I know she'd want it that way, hey, hey!] And beware the voodoo priest that will most likely show up to make me an undead. RIGHT THROUGH THE BRAINS, GUYS, I WILL NOT BE TURNED. I leave my zombieship in your capable hands.
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Date: 2010-12-15 08:41 pm (UTC)::Hands out tiger balm and massages::
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Date: 2010-12-15 09:17 pm (UTC)You've reminded me to schedule a massage, so you're my favorite right now.
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Date: 2010-12-15 09:18 pm (UTC)I WIN EVERYTHING
mwa hahaha