I took an early train home from work today. I walked out of the office one hour early; at 4pm. Got on a train and got home by 4:30.
I changed my clothes and talked with Marc, fed the dog and walked him for his post-dinner poop.
I left the house and went to the grocery where I bought $143 worth of things I cannot remember at this moment but it was all necessary because Marc's parents, my in-laws to-be are in town this weekend and staying with us. In my house. Our house. A house that I own. I feel so grown up. Eeek!
Then I got a manicure because it is just what you do two days before your bridal shower.
Then? I went to the gym for a 35 minute cardio workout that pushed my heart rate to dangerously high levels, or just too high for my age according-to-the-machine-readout. BAH. Whatever. It felt good and then I did a bunch of abs work. I'm tired and sore.
I came home and unloaded the groceries, cleaned out the refrigerator, made fruit salad, baked a cake and made peanut butter cookies.
You know how I've said before that you should not let your pet snake get hungry? I've said it. Trust me. I'm too lazy to find the link right now, but believe me ... of the cats, dog, Marc and the snake....they can all go hungry if need be, but at the end of the day, which one might actually eat me? So, while making fruit salad I fed the snake and cleaned her tank. She is a happy snake now and will sit pretty in her tank, all curled up digesting all weekend long.
Then I showered, dried and styled my hair, did a load of laundry and walked the dog. I am sitting down now in my own living room and it is quiet.
Ah.
Now, if only I had remembered to eat dinner.