Schmuff
I got through a good two-thirds of my work out Tuesday before throwing in the towel. I blame the sudden intake of a lot of saturated fat due to my recent affinity for potato salad. I know, I know–potatoes and mayo equals a carb and fat fiesta. But I had the urge for something smooth, cool, and creamy down my throat (watch what you think), and potato salad so fit the bill.
Last night as I was laying in bed watching TV, Sugar came and set on my stomach not once, but twice. There have only been about three times on record where she has laid on top of me in the two and half years I’ve had her, so I was pleasantly surprised.
Then I went to sleep and dreamt of this place I dream of sometimes that’s like a fairy tale, Disneyland version of Venice, with colorful buildings that look like candy and tall swirling peaks. Bliss.
