Yup. It was just one of those nights when, before I knew it, it was time to hit the hay. And in a major #bloggerfail, I had no posts done. So with a quick little bang of the keyboard, here’s a rundown as to why my life sometimes seems to get in the way of fun stuff. Like blogging. And sleeping. And eating Moose Tracks. Oh wait, I’m in a temporary holding pattern on junk food. Girlfriend’s getting too much junk her trunk again…(heavy sigh)…
So my afternoon started with a visit to Janet, my
torture master massage therapist.
Followed by a mind-numbing conversation with my chiropractor super hero about Obamacare, (like I have the intellectual ability to have a conversation about THAT), while getting zapped by his high-tech, super hero light sword.
And moving on to a pool workout in water that’s starting to hit, shall we say, FREEZING, followed by my nightly love/hate quality time with my foam roller.
By the time I FINALLY made it home, I walked in the door to see THIS GUY waiting for me. Doing the hula!
Which put me in the perfect mood to pack for THIS.
So thanks to my absolute superior lack of time management skills, you get to be regaled with a photo journey through a typical Black Dog night. Which ended up looking not much unlike THIS.
Enjoy the ride.
Ever find your day running away from you? How do keep up? Or do you? What is your favorite booth at the Food and Wine Festival?