I now understand why so many middle-aged people are fat.
The alarm rings in the morning and I spring into a routine of grooming, cooking, dog walking, and cleaning. I then make the 30 minute commute to work.
Eight-or-so hours later I am back in the car, and driving 30 more minutes to the tax clinic. I eventually come home, walk the dogs again, do more cooking, and hit my wall.
This week? Well.
I spent a lot of time in the car. Driving to work, school, and the burbs for Wal-Mart.
I am exhausted. I spent the majority of the today driving around town buying things for a redesign of my second bedroom. I went to Wal-Mart, Home Depot, two Targets, and made three trips to Ikea.
Yes, three trips to Ikea.
On the first trip I bought a huge mirror and plants, so I couldn’t carry much else. I still needed a futon cover, but I figured that I could get that from Wal-Mart or Target.
Apparently Gertrude can stay still for photos!
I fear for her life sometimes. She thinks that my new Aldo shoes are chew toys, and it’s not technically animal cruelty if you’re defending your manlettos.
Work, tax clinic, grocery store, apartment showing, long dog walk, Miami housewives….
