I may or may not have uttered the following phrase last night: "I don't get paid to do math. I get paid to put a semi-decent meal on the table and to look smokin hot." Sarcasm may not have been present in that statement.
I mean seriously - trophy wives don't do math do they?
Then again they also don't work full time jobs. I've gotta renegotiate this trophy wife contract of mine...
Moving right along...
*In case you didn't read - I totally kick some calorie counting booty at Buffalo Wild Wings Friday night. I managed to walk out of there with some extra calories in my pocket.
*After skiing on Friday - I totally kick some calorie counting booty and stuck with the plan (salad and chili) to walk out of the restaurant head held high and a handful of calories to spare.
* I was all ready to brag on myself for making smarter choices regarding last nights dinner - a friend suggested I eat low fat cream cheese and spinnach on my english muffin rather than peanut butter and jelly. Only when I got to the store and saw that a bag of spinnach is $3 I totally took a pass.
*I may or may not have taken a 4 hour nap on the couch while Jay worked upstairs trying to give me the perfect closet (or at least an improved closet). Having said that I worked my rear off before and after the nap, so I consider it a good investment of my time.
*I'm actually starting to believe this "I'm hot" nonsense. When I look in the mirror, my eyes don't zoom in on my saddle bags any more.
Anyone watch Chuck? I was thinking last night that I'm like the character Ellie, Chuck's sister. She's not the drop dead gorgeous twiggy blonde that