I braved the gale force winds for a walk today.
And actually it was fine except for the way back when I seriously looked at the somewhat ominous sky and wondered if I should get Toto (i.e. Nublet) to a safe place before some green lady on a bike comes at me with a posse of flying monkeys. Is there anything more creepy than the thought of flying monkeys? Remember, monkeys fling poo. So, flying, pooing, flinging, shrieking monkeys=absolute nightmare for me. Let's not even talk about their sharp teeth, or tendency to do inappropriate things with their reproductive parts in front of the public eye. I've been to the zoo one too many times I tell you what.
Obviously we made it home just fine, thanks for your deep concern, and no thanks to the storm blowing it's unwanted self this way. Every time it snows in the middle of spring I think "this is it, winter's last dying breath" and somehow I'm able to soldier through. Except "this is it" happens like at least 12 more times before that crap wraps up and then suddenly it's 95 degrees and boob sweat has made it's way back into my life.
Wo to the the perils of living in Utah, or any other state with 4 seasons for that matter.
I have my aquarium pass. Maybe we'll have to hit that up this week. Maybe my sister should come too and we'll walk laps around those tiny fish tanks (poor octopus) in the hopes of sending her into labor. Never worked for me (I walked 6 miles one day and all I got was a rash), but we can hope!
In the mean time, I want some freaking thai food.