Alright, lets just hop on the straight talk express and ride to honest-ville for a second.
It may come as a shock to you, but I’m really not the agent of instigation here at the M&F household. Case in point? After coming home from work today at 1, I stepped over my luggage in the front hall (from which I have removed only my makeup and makeup remover) popped the bottle of red that J left me for a welcome home, and firmly planted myself on the couch. 5 and a half hours ago.
I removed myself from said couch only after I had fallen into some sort of TV coma ( pseudo- sleeping through Law and Order and waking up to Oprah yapping at me) and realizing that in the past 24 hours I’ve had red wine, chocolate covered almonds and a peanut butter, cheese and pickle sandwich. And 4 coffees. So I prepared myself against the bitter nasty cold (which took me 20 minutes since I sat down in the kitchen to yawn and inspect a new freckle) and wandered to the grocery store.
Now don’t get me wrong. I am perfectly capable of motivating myself, but it’s far more effective when J is here. And I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have been wandering the isles of the grocery store with three chicken pot pies and a box of pineapple juice. This was the choice preferable to Lunchables, which I won’t lie, I looked at for a good long while. The guy behind me in line at the cash looked at me like I was either a serial killer or the loneliest girl in the world. “Swansons: The Catcher in the Rye of Pot Pies.” *sigh*
Aaaaand now I’m back on the couch drinking said pineapple juice and heating up my chicken pot pie and thinking I really need a pair of stretchy pants to lounge in. Lounging pants if you will. With spill repellent.. Brilliant. Anti-motivation pants…
J…Come home. I’m growing roots.
(Thanks for commenting folks. Makes me all tingly in my Lunchable loving heart. )