Now, after feeling like I wasted an hour listening to Michael and not working continously, my self-induced guilt about not cramming 18hrs of work today will affect my tv time with my favorite husband. After all, it’s Monday night, and we’ve got to watch 2 1/2 men and think of our friend Kate who secretly thinks of us, too, somewhere in New Jersey while we’re watching simulatenously.
I know! Backup to this weekend: Andrew and I were watching some segment on homes of the future and learned that families will actually enjoy living apart. Additionally, they’ll eat in front of monitors, having virtual dinners together. That’s what Kate and we could do! We could enjoy watching her daughter grow up as we adults force her to watch inappropriate television and then try to explain what some explicit terms mean. (I had to do that once with a stepson, it wasn’t pretty, believe me.)
I’ll call Kate and let her know this is what she should do, I know her husband will love the idea.
Update: Oh yeah, I was supposed to talk about working out. My pretend time to head to the gym is 1:30 EST, but now that it’s 12:24pm and I’ve just had a measly breakfast (my husband never feeds me). I need to wait another hour to have lunch then dash out to sweat ferociously in public. Sound like waffling to you? Mmmm… waffles. Think I’ll stop by the IHop; conveniently, it’s located across the street from the gym -no kidding!
Amy, support me here!
It’s 12:28EST and my friends Kate and Amy haven’t responded to my entry yet. I did talk about them and reference their Web sites. If they haven’t responded by 1pm EST, please write them and tell them to do so.