So yesterday I'm enjoying my salad, with chicken. Since I'm a somewhat picky eater, I have to pick apart the chicken chunks into teeeny peices because there is *shudder* grissle in a few peices, and if I ate it I'd be off chicken for several weeks until I forgot about it. I put all the grissley peices with yummy meat still attached aside. I wrapped it all up in two napkins. And put it in my purse for my dog.
This reminds me of going to the buffet and my Mom stashing nilla wafers in her purse and telling me "you'll be happy when you want one later". Or, the time we went to the pizza buffet and she took home pizza. In her purse. Or the many times we are out shopping and she has some other form of food. In her purse.
She's not even a little old lady.
Where's my peeps that watched Grey's Anatomy last night? Any criers? Anyone? OMG, I couldn't stop. That old couple made me so sad. They were so in love, and cute, and the wife underwent brain surgery and she signed a DNR in case she didn't make it. They said their goodbyes and she ended up not making it. Her heart stopped and her husband was doing chest compressions to keep her alive and asking her not to leave him. Uh, enter the waterworks. I want to be a little old lady adored so much by my husband that he would need oxygen to keep pumping my heart because he couldn't bear to let me go. It gave me hope. I want that. A long, happy marriage.
Did you cry? I'm gettin misty thinking about it. Ugh! I tried to you tube it but people suck.
I took a video of my cat Fizzgig (aka my precious). It's really dark and you can barely make her out, but the sound is the funny thing. I caught her at her finest. Snoring.
First, here she was all curled up:
And here she is sawing logs.
Third bootcamp session and weigh-in tonight...