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The other night at work, while the other servers were enjoying their "shift drinks" (drink on the house for servers when shift is over) I realized I've never had a glass of wine.

Never.  Ever.  Nope.  None.

This doesn't bother me in the least.

I love to read, but I rarely find the time.  When I do read, everything else goes to poop because I LOVE to read.  I fall behind on my blog, on television shows and I don't wash my floors.

I just finished The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks.  Have you noticed my "archived" posts this week?  Imagine the state of my floors.

I eat ice cream before bed just about every night.  I must have at least two flavors in the bowl, and preferably at least one topping.  I like my ice cream in a mug for no reason what-so-ever.

I love to run.  Outside.  I didn't always love running.  When I was in middle school I probably would have rather stuck needles in my eyes.  There came a time when I realized running wasn't about being fast, but about finding a pace that worked for me. 

Motherhood, in a way, is much the same.

I'm awfully allergic to cats.  And rabbits.  Guinea pigs too.  When I was in third grade I was sent home from school every day for a week after recess.  I would return from recess sick with a runny nose, wheezing and swollen eyeballs.

Unbeknownst to me one of my best friends had a new rabbit hair coat.

On that random note, I am turning in.  With a bowl of ice cream.  And a new book.

The floors will have to wait until next week.

Happy Friday!
The other night at work, while the other servers were enjoying their "shift drinks" (drink on the house for servers when shift is over) I realized I've never had a glass of wine.

Never.  Ever.  Nope.  None.

This doesn't bother me in the least.

I love to read, but I rarely find the time.  When I do read, everything else goes to poop because I LOVE to read.  I fall behind on my blog, on television shows and I don't wash my floors.

I just finished The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks.  Have you noticed my "archived" posts this week?  Imagine the state of my floors.

I eat ice cream before bed just about every night.  I must have at least two flavors in the bowl, and preferably at least one topping.  I like my ice cream in a mug for no reason what-so-ever.

I love to run.  Outside.  I didn't always love running.  When I was in middle school I probably would have rather stuck needles in my eyes.  There came a time when I realized running wasn't about being fast, but about finding a pace that worked for me. 

Motherhood, in a way, is much the same.

I'm awfully allergic to cats.  And rabbits.  Guinea pigs too.  When I was in third grade I was sent home from school every day for a week after recess.  I would return from recess sick with a runny nose, wheezing and swollen eyeballs.

Unbeknownst to me one of my best friends had a new rabbit hair coat.

On that random note, I am turning in.  With a bowl of ice cream.  And a new book.

The floors will have to wait until next week.

Happy Friday!

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