Life saving excuse

I’m in Texas right now. I’m tagging along with my husband while he takes care of business here.  He is not a big fan of going places without me and he doesn’t ask for much so these are the things I do to maintain “best wife” status.

So, I packed my athletic clothes and gym shoes in hopes to walk on the hotel treadmill.  Read a little, write a little and exercise a little.  I wouldn’t want to stress myself out.

Then I got to thinking…

We are staying on the outskirts of a big city and there are  not a lot of people at this hotel this week.  I envision myself in the gym with my headphones on, jamming to “What Ifs”, minding my own business and someone either hitting me over the head with a 10 pound dumbbell or putting their handkerchief (filled with chloroform) across my mouth, throwing me in an oversized laundry bin and adult- napping me right in the middle of the day.

People don’t think of these things and this is how Lifetime movies are made.

So now I’m basically reading a little, writing a little and worrying that the feds are going to start an investigation into why I’m googling chloroform.


This is me if I was blonde, had straight hair and I was 25 (35) pounds lighter.


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Christmas Pictures

Oh Holy Hell, there is no greater motivating factor (to get in shape) than to have your 80 year old father take Christmas pictures (he had them developed today).
Bad angle? He don’t care. A mouth full of food? He don’t care. In the middle of talking? He don’t care.
Every single picture is taken from his recliner. If you were in view, you were in the pic.
The best part….he thinks we all look wonderful. At the end of the day, I guess that’s all that really matters.
I’m just lucky he’s mine.
P.S. Don’t tell him, but I snuck 3 of the worst pictures in my purse. I basically just stole from my own father.