I had a dream that I rented a hotel room for 2 nights... for just me. I got to take a bath with no interruptions, watch what I wanted on TV, I slept through the night with no one waking me up, and I slept in as late as I wanted. I think I even took naps during the day.
Now why am I SO desperate for sleep that I am dreaming about it? LOL! I really would LOVE to rent a hotel for myself for a couple nights. It would be nice just to have silence for a few moments.
Every time I sit down to blog, it makes me have to go #2! Really! Its frustrating every time I am sitting and concentrating writing my blog, I have to get up and go. Maybe it is the whole sitting and concentrating thing? TMI??? solution-- if you don't want to hear about it don't read the paragraph titled POOP.
Two miles and a pilates class
I went to the gym today. I have some new pet peeves. The guy on the treadmill next to me had a blue tooth head piece in, and was carrying on a really really loud conversation. Even worse... I think he was a real estate agent. Of all the people that I have met I think real estate agents have the worst cell phone etiquette. I am not saying all real estate agents... but wow... they would make phone calls at their grandmothers funerals. (I am not talking about you Ashley, in case you read this). I understand why I mean, when you have a real estate agent you really expect them to answer your calls so...
My other pet peeve, farting in pilates class. We will refer to her as L&S (loud and smelly) I'm sure it happens all the time, but it is not fun to be by the person doing it. We were doing this crazy exercise on a ball where are basically kneeling on the ball with your hands on the floor. So your butt... WAY up high. That is when it began for L&S. The first time I practically fell off the ball laughing, but it kept going through the rest of the class...
So on that note, I just thought of a great prank for April fools next year!
Dear Gym Scale,
I hate you