Since I have no workout details to share, let's get straight to the whining.
|This is how my day stated. $4.50 spilled all over the counter. I began to cry for my Venti Nonfat Vanilla Latte, then sucked it up and savored the 1/4 cup that was saved in the bottom.|
My last complaint of the day is my six month pregnant belly. No, I don't have a baby inside me. I'm just pregnant. Strange I know. That's what happens when you take three days in a row off from exercise. (Drink another big gulp of wine so eyes become blurred and lead you to believe you look just like Jennifer Aniston.)
Let's move on, shall we?
Alright, oven's beeping to tell me the salmon is done.
Happy Whining and Wineing!