That means my ma' ain't comin' over.
Translation for normal-speaking people: That means my mother can't make it over today, which also means that I am now obligated to study for the physics exam tonight. Yippee. It also means that I need to get on the god-awful treadmill.
What is it about that machine that, in thinking about using it, I absolutely hate it, but when I actually get on there, I really like it and want to get back on as soon as I get off? Is this some sort of odd exercise paradox, or have I gotten so used to thinking about how much I hate working out that it's simply habit, and I just can't seem to break out of that thought process? Note to self: retrain your thinking, tell yourself you love the treadmill and see if that helps.
Really, I'd much rather be snowshoeing though. It's more fun, it's a better work out, and I have a great new pair of Tubbs that I'm dying to strap on. Too bad we don't have enough room in our back yard for a good work out. Too bad the weather is so shitty that my little geo prism and I wouldn't survive the drive to Catamount to use their trails.
Off to the treadmill I go! I'll kill two birds with one stone and study my physics notes while I'm on there. Then I can spend the rest of the afternoon eating truffles to make up for the healthy stuff I just did for my body and mind.
I'm also working on a blanket for the hub. His b-day is this weekend and he picked out the most hideous yarn I've ever seen. BUT, I love him and he wanted it, so it's on my size 17 circular needles, waiting to be formed into the ugliest blanket known to man. It will probably sit on the back of our couch, replacing the beautifully crocheted one we got for a wedding shower gift.