Today’s June 19th. What does that mean?
Exactly two months until our wedding. That’s… not very long.
AND!
It also means!
Six days until my birthday!
My THIRTIETH birthday. What in the hell? I’m turning 30? Seriously? That just seems so utterly bizarre to me. According to a friend of mine who read my palm one time, I’m going to die while I’m in my 50s and never have children, so being 30 just makes me that much closer to a lonely sucky death. Or she could just have been full of crap. Guess we’ll never know until I die.
So a few days ago I tried this out. It’s kind of interesting, aside from the fact that the robot computer lady seems to only blink once every three minutes. I like that I don’t have to leave the house and prance around in front of other people (I’m a bitter hermit). I also like that the robot computer lady tailors things to my fitness level, strengths and weaknesses. Of course after one 15-minute workout yesterday (it was Sunday! Sunday is lazy day!) I had only burned 98 calories but it’s more than I’d have burned laying around on the couch eating ched-a-corn.
Mmmmm, ched-a-corn.
(“Try them– if you DARE!”)