Torn between two loves...

I woke up early this morning, excited to get my day going. I thought I would start by making my bed with my new thrift store find summer bedding (yes it's freshly washed you sillies, and deliciously shabby chic) followed by a quick mop of the kitchen floor so that I could put out the new rugs I found at Target.
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Thrift stores? Target? Could this mean...? Yes it does. We took a trip to civilization this weekend and it was fabulous. We stayed in a brand new hotel out by our old neighborhood, shopped, swam, went to the science center, hit some yard sales and ate lots of yummy food. It was a much needed vacation and we all had a glorious time.
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We also saw our old friends and neighbors the Johnson's and even though all of our kids have grown up SO MUCH, we were able to pick up right where we had left off. Which made me realize what a lame friend I have been (to all of my friends) and that I really need to do better at keeping in touch. So Heidi, please, please really come see us this month. Did I say please?
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So anywho, I woke up early this morning ready to play with all of my new treasures when I suddenly realized that today was the day I promised to start working out again. Bluck!
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But I did it. I did it for Hugh (Marlee says, "Mom he's married." And I say, "I know, so am I." I don't want to hook up with the man I would just like a meeting of the eyes and for us to share mutual admiration for one another and our amazing will power in obtaining such awesomely hot, hard bodies. That's all, nothing more.) but about five minutes into my workout I started wondering if perhaps I had chosen the wrong role model. I thought maybe Paula Deen might be my gal.

Just think of it, we could hang out and eat yummy food together while laughing about our jiggly belly fat and clogged arteries.
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Doesn't that sound like more fun? It does to me. Especially because I still have half a loaf of our friend Joseph's super delicious homemade bread calling me from the kitchen (extra butter and jam are calling too). So do I want to be jolly, round and well fed or hard, hot and hungry? Hmm, I must want something in between because I DID finish my workout today (with my angry wolverine face on) and now I'm going to go finish that bread (that's right, I said finish it. All of it.)

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Oh Paula, oh Hugh, my love is equal for both of you, it really is. Oh wretched fickle girl that I am. What ever shall I do?