Southern girl plowing her way through life making the rules up as she goes. Warning: likes to bake, curse, quote movies/literature, is tattooed, married to The Man and mother of two girls. We bring new meaning to the "griswald way of life". Come along for the ride!



Friday, April 12, 2013

zumba is the devil

The kids were off school today. The teachers have training. You would think that I would plan some awesome little activity for myself and the kids huh? Nope. We slept in. The teen is struggling with her grades cause she's suffering from a serious case of HIMA so she's grounded until those grades come up (sidenote: I'm making her suffer by buying her new shoes and stuff, showing them to her and then sitting them on my dresser, until the grades come up). So we are cleaning. And I'm sore.

Fucking zumba. Oh yeah, come on it'll be fun to sign up for zumba and we'll get thin again. Yes!

Oh wait, I'm old as hell and I crawled out of zumba exhausted and sore.

And I'm a big ole whiny bitch.

Gotta go take my happy pill

Tomorrow will be happy day.

By god, tomorrow will be a happy day.