Meelyn is going to make me go back to the gym today. She wants to run and she says that I need to walk and Aisling needs to bike.
When I became a parent, I didn't sign up for one of those kids who likes to exercise. How has this happened? The next thing you know, she'll be telling me that she's also a teetotaler and doesn't like popcorn.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go try to sprain my ankle so that I can remain comfortably seated on the couch this afternoon, being brought ice packs and magazines and let to choose what channel we'll watch on the telly.
I know it's just hair, but I still might cry. - I was wandering Target last night (a perfectly acceptable Friday night activity) when Annie sent me a text. It was a brief conversation: [image: photo f93ab...
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