So I ran that race this morning.
That 5K I’ve been yapping about for the last couple of weeks. My first one ever.
And even though I didn’t meet my goal of a sub 10 minute mile, it turned out better than I had hoped for.
I am without my valentine on this February 14th. He’s off skiing in Colorado with a buddy. And having the time of his life.
I get to spend the evening with my teen daughter and her BFF, making brownies, eating takeout and watching a marathon of romantic comedies.
And there’s no place I’d rather be.
Martha was killed almost a year ago. Struck by a car as she was leaving a shop in her Brooklyn Heights neighborhood. And her death still doesn’t make any sense to me. I don’t think it ever will.
The best sambal chicken ever. If my husband would make this for me every night, I would be the happiest woman ever. And he knows more happiness = more sex.
I am not one to use affirmations. In times of sadness or confusion, I have not been helped by “Tomorrow is another day.” No “Let go, let God.” Or “I am worthy of love.” The only phrase that ever comes in to my head when I am upset about something is “This too shall pass”...
Did you know that you could lift weights with your vagina? Maybe I can get toned by Valentine's Day.