Yesterday I went to war… and I WON.
I crossed so many annoying items off my to-do list, my hallway is finally back to normal, and Albus is sleeping soundly now that my files are in proper order.
I do NOT care about your files. Just let me sleep, weirdo.
After my hallway battle, I went to the park, propped myself up on a picnic table, and did some work on my posterior chain.
The dog is right. I am a weirdo.
I’d go into a whole, long story about how I googled ways to make my own glute-ham developer, but I don’t want to bore you. Besides, as much as I love power tools and plywood I do NOT need anything else in my house right now or I will go insane. This place is already bursting at the seems with egg poachers, ice cream makers, and golf clubs as it is.
That’s why I went to the park to work out. I figured I’d find everything I needed on a playground.
I was right.
Also? Who can get mad about working your core while you’re looking at trees?
I blasted a little “Bootie in Your Face” because Deorro’s beats take the pain away. (They also make me drive like Danica Patrick, but that’s another story.)
I’m sure all of the nannies at the park thought I was a nut, but it’s LA… people should be used to nuts by now.
After my weird park work out, I came home and made bacon with Brussels sprouts and onions. (If you’re nice to me I’ll tell you how I did that tomorrow.)
I ended my day with two scoops of ice cream from Salt and Straw because warriors deserve roasted strawberry ice cream.