And of course she is now sleeping soundly taking an early morning nap, while her poor old sleep-deprived mama here is trying to remember how to function like a human and try to remember if she brushed her teeth this morning.
What day is it? Did I put on deodorant? Sooooo tired.
And here is another question for you. Guess who decided it would be a good idea to exercise on Monday afternoon? Regrettably, that would be my dumb ole self.
My legs feel like they are full of pins and needles every time I walk. There is so much lactic acid built up in my poor muscles, I could cry.
So combining the facts that I'm half asleep, every muscle in my body is aching, and I am wearing high heels (WHAT WAS I THINKING?!), you can imagine that any time I try to walk I look a bit like Bambi learning how to take his first steps. It's not pretty.
I vow to never exercise again. Okay, probably not really, but we are definitely not on friendly terms right now.
I could just get my exercise by taking Lucy for walks, but that job has recently been outsourced.
Lucy is not sure what to think about this new development, and she is highly confused about wearing her leash without the joy of actually going outside. We may have to enroll her in some doggy therapy to get over this change of lifestyle she is enduring.
As sleepy and slap-happy as I am today, I may need a little bit of that therapy too.
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