He's very, very nice and can clean floors like it's nobody's business. He is usually just finishing up by the time I get home from picking up Hayden but today he was just getting started because a close friend of his died this morning. Horrible, right? So I give him a hug and he starts telling me he thinks Jeremy would be uncomfortable with that. So I am hiding until I hear him close the front door behind him.
Other uncomfortable conversations with him have included one I will call "Obama is the anti-christ" and "The end is nigh, repent".
Very nice man.
Did I mention killer job on the hardwoods?
Thanks for all your encouraging emails and comments. Week 4 of 12 has started for my craz(y?)(ed?) work out program and it's going really well. I have more energy, feel stronger, my posture is better and even getting up at oh-dark-thirty isn't as tough as it used to be. I have *not*, however, lost any weight. WTF? My instructor keeps reminding me that muscle weighs more than fat but really perky fitness woman? I will buy your assertion but to suggest that someone who up until 4 weeks ago had dessert at least 3 times a week is building muscle faster than she is burning fat seems hard to believe. Frustrating.
In other non-sequetors...
This morning Jeremy suggested we kill the 2 remaining chickens and eat them. I found it kind of sexy.
We have somehow managed to spend more money this month that we have, like, ever spent before. Big car work up, dentist visits times 3 (I avoid the dentist), new tires, payment for winter trip to Mexican vacation paradise, asbestos testing for bathroom remodel, some work expenses we will get reimbursed for and did I mention I am taking the kids to Chicago for Thanksgiving and accidentally purchased SIX plane tickets for the three of us? Muh bad.
OMG he is not gone and I am starving and quiet time will be over soon and I haven't gotten anything ready and all I have accomplished in an hour is watching Modern Family on hulu and telling you all the inane thoughts in my head.
OK, I'm going in....