Well, Well, Well

It’s been an interesting few days . . .

There’s another winter storm on the way.  They are predicting ice and snow and rain and freezing rain and very cold temperatures.  Mostly ice.  And I’m hoping for a snow day.

I’m very proud of myself that I didn’t wait til the last minute to do the “bread, milk, dog food” run to the grocery.  I did it on Sunday afternoon.  Well before everything was picked over.  Although I did see someone with a cart full of toilet paper.  I laughed.  Out loud.  Practically in front of the person.  Seriously?  How long do you think you’re going to be snowed in.  No, it doesn’t make any difference at all that I have a closet full of toilet paper.  I did not buy it all at once . . .

Zumba was fun.  Practically killed me, but it was fun.  I learned during Zumba class that my back is still messed up from when I fell in the parking lot a week or so ago.  Learned it when I had to lay on the hard floor and do leg exercises.  Oh and the bump on the top of my head . . . it’s still there too.  Discovered that when I was putting my hair up in a pony tail Saturday morning!

My leg muscles were a sore on Sunday from previously mentioned Zumba class.  So I went Mall Walking . . . bawahahahaha . . . oh dear the things I saw.  The Mommy that was holding the Poor Baby as she got her ears pierced at the earring store.  Really?  Why do that to a poor baby?  Then there was the young kid with a spiked mohawk . . . bleached blond spiked mohawk . . . for a minute I thought I was back in the 80’s . . . And of course the obligatory young couple walking hand in hand through the mall . . . aaawwwww . . . I remember those days . . .

Yes I felt very old . . .

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