Heather punches me in the back of the head. Or headbutts me. Or something. She does it in her sleep (OR DOES SHE?) and it always wakes me up (after I see the bright light and start going towards it..."Go to the light Carol Ann").
Anyways. After the blow to my skull, she pats my head and murmurs something.
I don't know what's going on there.
The other night I had a dream. A fitness magazine came out to shoot Heather and I doing push-ups because we could do more push-ups than a normal woman (it was a dream okay). Well, it gets better. Heather could only do 25, and I could do 46. And in my dream, this made Heather mad...so she started eating ice cream. And then I saw the ice cream booth and they had cotton candy ice cream that came complete with a large actual cotton candy sticking out of it...and I was going to eat me some...even though it has carbs...
wooo...and then I woke up.
We haven't turned the ac on in the house yet. Now I know some of you may still be running the heat in some locations, but here in muggy Pensacola, where the humidity is 1000% and its hot out, the inside of our house is around 81 degrees. Which I can stand during the day...but at night...
I become a raging evil lunatic once I wake up sweaty. I start to flip. And flop. And sigh loudly. I throw pillows. I slam my legs up and down in a tantrum.
We are turning the ac on tonight...regardless of what my head-butting, energy conserving partner has to say.
If we don't...there will be hell to pay.
Sometimes during circuit...I just can't help myself. I have to break it down. Today I was doing jumping jacks and Outcast was on and they told me to...
shake it...shh shhh shake it.
And so I did. People laughed. Heather tried not to (she likes to think working out is serious). I just smiled and said "IT'S CARDIO"!
And there you have it...a post about nothing.
Can I have a star now?