Don’t know when I’ll be back again..I wish that were true but it’s not. I’m off to Florida again for 4 days with my book group buddies. This will be my third sober girs getaway. At this stage it’s a no brainier.
I was out with the dogs at 4 fucking 30 this morning, it was -4. If someone videos me and put me on you tube I’d get a gazillion hits. Fuzzy leggings, sleep socks, LLBean rubber boots, long down coat and the best part, a plaid bomber hat with fur. Then there’s the scarf pulled up over my face, oh and don’t forget my glasses. They fog up outside from my breath so I have to slide them down my nose to see. It’s fucking frightening!! I guess it’s a good thing the dogs are early risers, if people actually saw me they’d call the cops! I need Florida.
So, some of you wanted an update on the Whole 30 thing. Well, let’s just call it a Whole 9 or maybe 8. I couldn’t go without my Starbucks. And since you can’t blackout and fall down steps or say things you don’t remember from a mocha late I figured, what the hell! I have cut back on the sugar and bread though. Except for Valentine’s Day. I made salted caramel truffles with MY name on them. They have tiny little gremlins inside and every day around 3, they call me, I can’t wait until they leave but I can’t bring myself to throw them out. They are freakin amazing little critters. Want the recipe? (Insert maniacal laugh here).
Husband #1 is still beer and wining for a couple hours each evening so I’m whiny and bitchy. It really is hard when one partner abstains and the other doesn’t. I should start abstaining from sex until he stops drinking but … Nah forget that idea I’ll think of something else.
i can’t wait for warmth and sunshine! We ride around i golf carts and have a ball. there are three streets signs there I love, I’ll try to get a photo to post, DamnifIknow, DamnifIcare, shit I can’t remember the last Damnif…