We had 3 more missing-glove crises here today. These kids are trying to break me, I know they are. Despite all that trauma, we managed to go ice skating AND sledding AND Costco shopping by 2:00 this afternoon. I've gotten really good at Costco, I'll have you know. Even accompanied by 3 kids (one of whom insisted on price-scanning everything HERSELF), I managed to spend $118 in under 20 minutes. Larry will be so proud.
Then I came home and met a friend for our weekly 3-mile walk, which might sound like sort of a stupid plan in 20-degree weather, but which was really quite smart compared to our original plan to walk at our usual time early in the morning, when it was all of zero degrees out.
ZERO DEGREES - what the heck does that mean, anyway? Does it mean there was no temperature whatsoever? Let me tell you, no temperature is COLD.
I'm starting to confuse myself. Anyway, today was also notable in that I pulled on my jeans first thing in the morning (and, yes, one leg at a time, just like the rest of you), unlike, say, yesterday morning when I walked around in my exercise leggings all day pretending that I was actually going to get around to exercising. I was living a lie, people. I'm not proud of it, but there you are.
This, then, is what I learned: exercise clothes don't make you feel like exercising. They also don't make you feel like cooking. Or grocery shopping. Or anything else halfway productive. In fact, all they make you feel like doing is lounging around on the couch and messing with your knitting projects.
Or maybe that's just me.
Well, I'm off to find a really good sale on waterproof winter gloves. I figure that, if I buy 3 identical sets for each girl, I won't have to feel bad once a glove goes missing. Odds are, this won't work any better than the matching-stuffed-puppies plan, but at least I will know that I gave it the old college try.
Whatever THAT means...