111.5/1,000 miles in 2012
Welcome to the weekend, Fancy Oatmeal readers! Phew! I am definitely taking advantage of having the time to myself. I slept in, watched the end of “Trading Places” and “Lethal Weapon 3” before getting on the treadmill and getting my workout on. I have drunk three cups of coffee, and am now contemplating what to have for brunch…have a taste for breakfast, but late enough for lunch. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in this kind of a conundrum. #FirstWorldProblems
Rewind to last night: the temperature is around 8 degrees,
give or take 10 degrees. With the 50mph wind, it was around -20. Loverly, I know. Anyways, I was ready to fall into a pair of sweats and a hoodie, Netflix the night away, and perhaps eat a stack of almond butter and strawberry sandwiches; an impromptu stop at the Post Office on the way home jazzed up my night big time.
Our box ‘o Christmas goodies that I had my mom ship up to us from our time in Michigan. Because the box was sent via Parcel Post, it took a good three weeks to get here; this is average. It was like we rewound time back to December 25th and we got to open our presents up all over again!
Oh, and there was one more thing that I got in the batch of tasty treats, but I was halfway through the bag before I realized I should probably take a pic.
I know that little gem in the lower right corner is either making Cely drool, or ill, or both. I picture her and Bardot giving me the middle finger as she walks out of her apartment to head to the closest gas station to pick up one or five packages. But I know how she feels. I had big plans to space out eating those chocolate covered pretzel and peanut butter angels, but all that remains is the empty bag in the trash can.
Fear not, I did not receive only cavity/muffin top inducing gifts in our care package; Mom packed my Runner’s World calendar from my cousin Liz, and the artwork that my five year old cousin Avery helped me create. She’s a little diva and I absolutely adore her.
Now if you will excuse me, I have to go hide
they’re all mine our treats from myself.