Nonchalantness...

Now you've gone and done it! You've hurt my feelings. Making fun of my nonchalantly mentioning my running one lap. One whole lap, good grief. It takes 21 laps to make a mile and one lap is less than a drop in the bucket. You all act nonchalant about your exercise so I thought that was the way I was supposed to do it too. I'll do better next time.

I didn't tell you the best part of my running for 0.0476190476 of a mile. Now you have to picture this 'cause I sure as heck ain't gonna capture it on film for you. Ok, here goes, picture a 60+ year old fat woman walking in a t-shirt and jammy bottoms (no over the shoulder bolder holder). {can you tell where this is going?} This old lady decides to crank it up notch and put in a lap of running. Guess what started moving up and down? Yep! I had to use my hands as a bra {::ouch that was hurting}.

Orkin man finally came and climbed on a ladder and sprayed and put out bait to kill them (this one says they are carpenter ants not bees) as they entered the house. I sure hope that does it. He only put it in one place where he thinks they are getting in so if that doesn't do it he will have to come back with plastic tarps and cover everything in the house and climb on the ladder again and do a little bit at a time across the entire house. I sure hope he brings someone with him to help with moving the ladder and holding it for him. I helped today.

Oh, ::and again she says nonchalantly:: I lost a half pound. But alas I've seen this weight before. I want to see a new number before I'll be excited. And my legs hurt.