Slacker. So What?

For starters: I love that a donation just came in for Sherry in the amount of $26.20! It took me a moment to “get” the significance of the amount…brilliant!

Yes it IS a snow day, we actually got an automated call from the school district at 9:30 p.m. last night. How nice that the kids know so much ahead of time that they can plan to sleep in. WTF? When I was a kid, we had to bring out the radio at 5:00 a.m., wait for the announcer to go through all of  the school districts (we were in the “H” school district, so it was about half way through the alphabet). If they didn’t say “Howard County Schools” were closed, I was immediately so tired I could not move or get out of bed. If they did saying “Howard County Schools” were closed I was all the sudden doing cartwheels across the room.

Today, I am cracking the whip. While I lay here:

Sam is out doing this:

It’s only fair. He is a strong teenager and I am a fragile almost 45-year old (19 more days if you want to send gifts and money) who is accident prone. Best I just stay in one spot and not try to clean anything. shovel anything or get dressed into any clothing other than PJs. I did exert myself making coffee and pancakes, but that is is as far as it will go. I do think snow days are free license to bring out beer much earlier than happy hour times.

I am a weird girl. I will go run ten miles, but then get pissed if I find a parking spot closest to the Target door. I will go run ten miles, but then I will spend the rest of the day static, asking my kids to please go to the garage refrigerator to get me a gallon of milk because it’s too far to walk (which would make sense if you were Lisa VanderPump and lived in a 49,000 square foot house, but I am not her and my house is as big as one of her bathrooms). I will go run ten miles, but the mailbox seems kind of far away and maybe I will drive by it later, roll down my window and reach my torso out of the car to get all of my VIM (very important mail).

I am clearly a SLUNNER (slacker + runner)

This is not my house

On today’s snow day, I’ve had some time to comprise this letter:

Dear guy at the gym yesterday morning wearing jeans and hiking boots,

I know that it was early, only 6:00 a.m. and maybe you did not have time to change your clothes from the night before. That’s okay, it just seems that jeans might be a tad uncomfortable for a work out. What I really wanted to comment on was not your attire. I wanted to ask if you would mind not standing 5” from the back of my treadmill. There is a lot of space in the gym and I know you like to stop for ten minutes at a time to watch TV. I also know that the TV is above my head, but there are many spots where you can watch TV other than right behind me. Maybe I have space issues, but you standing almost on my treadmill freaks me out a bit. If you do it again I will fart it in your general direction. Or maybe worse.

Any gym pet peeves for you this week? I am not super high maintenance, but I do get annoyed if someone is not giving me personal space. Same thing at the grocery store when someone moves into my space while I’m checking out. Just give me a minute to swipe my card and get my receipt before you push your way on into my paying area.

Are you ever a slunner?

SUAR