This past weekend, I was incredibly lazy and enjoyed every minute of it. Today, I decided not get up this morning due to the dwarf that was jumping up and down on my uterus, AKA Aunt Flo came to town to terrorize the neighborhood. Now that the day is over, I am slowly beginning to return to some semblance of feeling normal. I WILL get up tomorrow morning. No question. So, for now I'm going to sit here eating the last piece of mom's banana bread, drink some soothing hot tea, and watch Thursday's rerun of Grey's Anatomy, again.
Good news is Friday I go for my assessment in order to start Boot Camp next Monday morning. Here is Chief Big Daddy's thought of the day:
Start living now. Stop sleeping, and whining your life away. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day that you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God. Don't waste them.
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