7:10 PM- Came home from work and put away the bag of clean laundry that had been sitting on the floor for two weeks. Made an effort to do more but ended up putting on my sweats and turning on reruns of Sex and the City by 7:30.
8:30- I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face and got in bed. (And drank some prune juice and rolled my hair in curlers.)
8:45- I turned on more Sex and the City reruns in the bedroom, sending my husband fleeing to the living room to watch anything but that.
9:15- I told him I was hungry.
9:20- I asked him if I should have pizza or ice cream as a snack? Couldn't decide which had fewer calories.
9:22- He came in with a reheated slice of cheese pizza- which I proceeded to eat. In bed. With freshly brushed teeth.
9:28- I got up with the intention of brushing my teeth again, only to come back in the bedroom holding a pint of Haagen Daz Carmel Cone ice cream.
9:45- Sickened with myself, I made my husband rip the ice cream container out of my cold dead hands. There was about two bites left. Hey, I didn't finish it!
7:00 AM this morning- Needed a fork lift to get me out of bed.
11:00 AM- Should start ANY minute now. Wish I was back at home watching Sex and the City reruns.
