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I'm feeling kinda lazy. That working out thing refuses to take hold! I don't know why I can't get it going this time. I must figure this out.
Yesterday I never left the house. Not once! Jason went to Adalberto's for a couple of #24 breakfast burritos, and didn't eat again until late afternoon. We never did have dinner. I didn't even take a bath until 8 o'clock at night. I got all obsessed with getting rid of this giant pile of magazines that's been slowly taking over my life over the past several years. I finally ditched magazines that were older than 2005 (and there were many), then zipped through several dozen Cosmo and Glamour mags. In doing this I finally confirmed they write the same goddamned articles every month and just change a few words. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Luckily, I cancelled both subscriptions months ago, so those really were the end. I just read (or skimmed) the few articles in each issue that were of interest then tossed them into recycling. I must have gotten rid of a hundred pounds of magazines yesterday. No lie!
All I have left are mags I really want to read: O (Oprah), Sacramento Magazine, and Consumer Reports. It's looking quite manageable, actually. Sort of. Well, in comparison with the massive towers that were in their place yesterday!
Last night the husband drew me a bath, and AGAIN I made the mistake of adding more bubble bath before I turned the jets on. OMG. I had, like, a 3-foot wall o'bubbles. The husband had to come take some of the bubbles and toss 'em out back on the grass. He did! I was laughing my ass off. Well, not off, exactly, seeing as my ass is still here and all. I was having trouble with the plug, too, so I lost a bunch of water and the jets were going nuts -- but once I got the water level back up (running out of hot water while doing so, thankyouverymuch), the heater did a nice job of bringing the temp back up. That was SO worth the extra cost!
I stayed in there 'til I was fully pruned, then got out and . . . continued to skim through mags. The trash dude is gonna be bummed tomorrow when his truck gets rained on with enough magazines for all of Sacramento.
Yesterday I never left the house. Not once! Jason went to Adalberto's for a couple of #24 breakfast burritos, and didn't eat again until late afternoon. We never did have dinner. I didn't even take a bath until 8 o'clock at night. I got all obsessed with getting rid of this giant pile of magazines that's been slowly taking over my life over the past several years. I finally ditched magazines that were older than 2005 (and there were many), then zipped through several dozen Cosmo and Glamour mags. In doing this I finally confirmed they write the same goddamned articles every month and just change a few words. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Luckily, I cancelled both subscriptions months ago, so those really were the end. I just read (or skimmed) the few articles in each issue that were of interest then tossed them into recycling. I must have gotten rid of a hundred pounds of magazines yesterday. No lie!
All I have left are mags I really want to read: O (Oprah), Sacramento Magazine, and Consumer Reports. It's looking quite manageable, actually. Sort of. Well, in comparison with the massive towers that were in their place yesterday!
Last night the husband drew me a bath, and AGAIN I made the mistake of adding more bubble bath before I turned the jets on. OMG. I had, like, a 3-foot wall o'bubbles. The husband had to come take some of the bubbles and toss 'em out back on the grass. He did! I was laughing my ass off. Well, not off, exactly, seeing as my ass is still here and all. I was having trouble with the plug, too, so I lost a bunch of water and the jets were going nuts -- but once I got the water level back up (running out of hot water while doing so, thankyouverymuch), the heater did a nice job of bringing the temp back up. That was SO worth the extra cost!
I stayed in there 'til I was fully pruned, then got out and . . . continued to skim through mags. The trash dude is gonna be bummed tomorrow when his truck gets rained on with enough magazines for all of Sacramento.
posted by PlatinumGirl at 8:13 PM
6 Comments:
Nothing like a large stack of magazines to add dead weight to something. Congrats on clearing that stuff from your life. Note to hubby: keep moving. you may be next.
I have a backlog of magazines in my kitchen. I'm trying to get through them, but it takes so long. Luckily, I have also stopped subscribing.
The bath story was funny. Glad you finally got to enjoy it.
Gary: I really do feel so much better! The husband can stay. For now. :o)
Peachy: It takes forever! OMG . . . the bubbles!
Magazines are purely for reading while sitting on the toilet :)
I'm evious. I wish I could get thru my pile! I think I will just toss them and stop with the guilt.
Ian: Unacceptable!
Pixie: I highly recommend it.
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