Tomorrow is my mother-in-laws 90th birthday. Tomorrow my daughter takes a big test that she is dreading. Tomorrow is the last day of eating holiday food and drinking wine without exercising. If not, tomorrow might be the last day I will be able to fit into my jeans.
I don’t know if it’s good or bad fortune but we got some free tickets to the Bills game on Sunday. The weather is supposed to be terrible (no comment on how the team has been playing this season) but I am hoping to catch a glimpse of Peyton Manning on the sidelines. That would be a thrill. No illusions here. With the getup I have planned to keep me warm in the 20 degree temps (all of it size 14) I will look like an Eskimo gone bad. The days of looking cute and freezing my patootie off are long gone. Perhaps some of that blubber will help keep me warm. I like to think positive.
Messed up today and overslept when I was supposed to be a Eucharistic Minister at church. It probably works out because I probably can’t fit into any of my dress pants right now anyway. I need a week or so of eating like a normal person before I start looking like I could quality for The Biggest Loser. I would never make it on the show. I have no drama in my life. Other than the annual 5 pound weight increase I experience, I am a very happy person, and if Jillian started to yell at me, I would probably start to laugh at her and really tick her off.
Had an unexpected New Year’s Eve party at our house. You will never know how hard I worked all that day getting my nieces and nephews to clean my house for me. It was exhausting to have to think of all the various ways to motivate them to scrub, polish and dust. It took about all of my creative abilities and I had none left for the projects I have been putting off for the last four days. Thankfully chocolate fudge and Pinot Noir are know stimulants for the flow of creative juices and I have one more party tomorrow so that I can replenish myself.
“The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.” ~ Albert Einstein