1. I don’t know what it is about cherries in this family, but any time a box is brought home from the market I never see it again. It’s the hot commodity fruit around here, and I actively have to smuggle some away in a ziploc bag (hidden behind the brown sugar sack in the pantry. Shhh..) to ever have a chance of eating any.
2. 2nd laser hair removal treatment went down this morning. I brought a squeeze toy (Dwight Schrute head) this time to hand-wrangle instead of doing the grip of death on my abdominals. I had a fudge bar to reward myself because I’m still 8 years old and need food-related incentives.
3. I can only take a jog/run at night because that’s when all the folks in the community synchronize their BBQs to flame up some ribs. My 2nd wind is the smell of red meat cooking + running perfectly in time to Michael Jackson’s “Will You Be There” (R.I.P. you monster from the lagoon, you. Side note – I entered my name into the lottery for a chance to win tickets to his public memorial. Good god, what an opportunity to observe and document the freaks and jackballs on parade first hand…). Plus the morning only seems to offer homes with freshly fertilized lawns and swarms of tiny black flies that die on impact, where I’m covered in specks and smell like a pasture when I break through the cloud.
4. A woman brought fries into the gym group exercise room last night and then floundered on her mat through half the pilates moves before packing up early and leaving. I’m really loving all the middle-aged people at my gym.