See! I posted this weekend! Once!
My lack of posting over the weekend highly reflects the status of my weekend: uneventful. Which was fan-tas-tic. I had a whole lot of couch time, workout time, reading time and watched two fabulous movies that I rented with my very own Movie Gallery card from The Middle.
Let me back up to the couch time. I f-i-n-a-l-l-y (finally!) finished Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers. I was not going to let myself escape the weekend without finishing it, because my slow reading was killing my reading track record. So, it's done. And, well. Sigh. It wasn't my favorite. I'm glad I read it, but, well, hmph. I've got nothing. I promptly started Little Children by Tom Perotta once I was finished, however, and so far, so good.
Workout time? Yes. The Fiance and I joined a 24-hour (!!) gym this weekend. Because every time I have the need to lift weights at 2:36 a.m., I TOTALLY can now. But the best part? (Other than the free water bottle and t-shirt) Treadmills. I can run INSIDE. Where there is warmth. Where I don't have to wear 17 layers, and where it doesn't take more time to get dressed for the weather than it does to actually run in said weather. And, you know, that opportunity for a midnight workout, should the need arise. Because it could arise.
And I successfully ran four miles on Sunday. On a treadmill. High five!
Now, about those movies. Little Miss Sunshine and The Last Kiss. So good. The Last Kiss is perhaps a little gut-wrenching and makes me sort of want to crawl in a hole, and it's all cheat-y and Zach Braff-y, and then there's Rachel Bilson, who's hot, and it's all a little too much. But watch it anyway. And Little Miss Sunshine? Come on. Abigail Breslin? SO ADORABLE. And Steve Carell? In a serious role? Fabulous. It was funny. And sad. And I already added it to my list of "favorite movies" on my Facebook profile. So there. What more affirmation do you need?
And yesterday? I perhaps didn't leave my bed until 1 o'clock. And even though I vacated the premise for an hour to exercise, I spent the rest of the day in sweatpants, on the couch, ready for bed by 7 p.m. And the Grammy Awards? Who, please, made the executive decision to give all the awards to the Dixie Chicks? Seriously. And don't tell anyone that I'm a total closeted Carrie Underwood fan.