Warning: Off-color joke. If you offend easily, maybe this isn't the day to read my blog. If this joke runs too close to home, then I want to hear all about it.
A guy walks into the bedroom with a sheep on a leash and says:
"Honey, this is the cow I make love to when you have a headache."
The wife, lying in the bed reading a book, looks up and says,
"If you weren't such an idiot, you'd know that's a sheep, not a cow."
The guy replies, "If you weren't such a presumptuous bitch,
You'd realize I was talking to the sheep."
So, it is snowing again in the Garden State. The advantages of snow are that I can work from home (procrastinate from home). The disadvantage is that I am 10 feet from my kitchen filled with yummy delights. So far, the temptation has not taken over, but as the weather is going to continue to decline, Cabin Fever will descend upon me. I will grip the couch, sweat pouring from my brow. My veins will pop with anticipation, and I will have to do something..ANYTHING to get the boredom to go away! Can we say chocolate? Hopefully, snow shoveling will knacker me out enough to not care if I am bored. How do you cope with being snowed in?
So far this week, I have only worked out once. I am only punishing myself by not moving. How is it that I know this, accept this, and still my tush is still sitting on the couch? I am mental.
Have a good one folks!