Lofty Ideals

I jumped (and probably made an awkward half-scream sound) at the second alarm that was going off this morning. He just laughed. I swear those things are the scariest and most uncomfortable thing on the planet. Annoying morning sounds that make you get out of the bed. I was already out of the bed! Why must things ruin my morning silence. 

I am so tired. It's so hard to leave in the mornings when it's so cold outside. And there is Mr Smith, still sleeping in the nice warm blankets, so easily cuddle-able. He gets Fridays off (or works from home). Mrs Smith does not. I am sooooo tired. And I feel like I am the last person who deserves to be, but that doesn't stop me!

In my great mind, I keep envisioning the nice idea of us getting up and going running (well, I jog, Eric runs), but reality slaps me in the face and tells me I am too tired and lazy and cold

every morning.

Sigh. One day I'll be better. 

Mr Smith tells me Kevin, his cousin, called and informed him of a March marathon, madness IS more like it. I appreciate the extended offer, but I'd rather not pay for an asthma attack, but honey I'll LOVE for you to get up and go running again. It's funny that I haven't seen him put on running shoes before. 

I mean, just sayin.


PS - the artichoke bread was a complete fail. I think it just needed to cook longer, actually consist of Mozzarella cheese and not American, and have less cream than the recipe called for. 
Whatever.