Yesterday was one of the most productive days I’ve had in ages. I got up at 6:15 (slept in by 30 minutes, since the younger boy didn’t have school!), answered some emails, ate a good breakfast (spinach and egg scramble, with a teensy amount of feta), and got dressed for my Zumba class. I headed over to the dance studio, took my class, waved goodbye to my friends and went home. I watched a little “Top Gear” (the British version, not the American copycat) with the younger boy, showered, put a load of clothes in the washer, unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded the dishwasher, ate a nice mini-lunch (Triscuits with light…
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What Was I Thinking?????
I think I lost my mind today, at Target. I was whizzing through there (and by “whizzing” I mean shopping for a couple of things very quickly…NOT relieving myself through the aisles) this afternoon with the twelve-year-old and we headed for the soda aisle. Wait. Back up. Let me write it as I call it: We headed for the pop aisle. Anyway, we grabbed the customary bottle of Cherry Coke Zero (YUM) and the usual bottle of Diet Coke, and then we both saw it at the same time: Whoa! What a great combination! I LOVE Dr. Pepper! In fact, let’s pause for a moment and reflect on a fond…