So the big storm is coming. Last night, Mr. 1969 and I took the boys out for dinner. We figured since we may get trapped in the house for most of the weekend that we would enjoy a little outing.
After dinner we stopped by the panic zone the supermarket for a few superbowl items. Some of you people need to bring it down a notch. Doesn’t it snow every year in the Northeast? What exactly are you going to do with five loaves of bread, six gallons of milk and 8 dozen eggs for the next two days? Get a grip!
Today, I woke up at 6am and headed out to the gym. I usually workout on Saturday and Sunday mornings as part of my weekend ritual. I figured I would at least fit in one day in case I can’t get out tomorrow. At the gym, I saw my boyfriend. I tried so hard to get a picture but failed. Hey, I was on the treadmill and didn’t want to break an ankle just for your amusement. He was wearing a terry cloth headband, A gray hoodie sweatshirt, track shorts and socks pulled up to his knees. *sigh* I swear he looked like an 85 year old Napoleon Dynamite and as soon as he saw me? He waved and smiled and came over to say “Good Morning”. I am a magnet I tell you!
Anyway, I am back in the crib, pot of coffee brewing, logged in and working….about to take a nice hot shower. I swear….life is good.
Who’s ready for some snow and the superbowl?