Last night Harold and I were up late watching a movie and it was about 11:30 when we went upstairs to bed. I was busy pulling off my socks (H hates it when I sleep in socks) and about to get into bed when I look up and there stands my daughter in the doorway. She looked like she had dozed off at some point and was just staring at me. The following is our conversation:
And she walks into the bathroom. I start thinking about how she has probably been up reading or something (which is actually ok with me) and continue to get ready for bed. Then H comes out of the bathroom and says, "Is that the shower I hear?"
H: I hear the shower.
Me: Walk over to the kids bathroom, open the door and sure enough the girl is in the shower. "Hey, what are you doing?"
S: Taking a shower.
S: Because I didn't take a shower last night.
Me: But didn't you take one this morning?
Me: Didn't you take a shower this morning?
Me: It's 11:30 at night.
S: Are you kidding me?
S: [very small wimpering]
Me: Why don't you make this one quick and get to bed.
S: [very softly] ok.
Poor girl, she was all disoriented and thought it was morning already!
And....for those of you ready for the next installment of Gym Rats...here you go:
This morning at the gym I chose a different treadmill to terrorize. I glance over at yesterday's TM and there is a new error. E1. Hmmm....what could that mean? E1 must be the "The owners tried to reset the treadmill after a major E6 error and were unsuccessful" error.
Anyway...I do my usual walking and chose to listen to the Wicked Soundtrack (love it!) and as I am doing so I'm wishing someone would come in with a major steam cleaner and give that place the once over. Seriously people! Dust everywhere, literally EVERYWHERE. Ick.
And...there is a spinning class at 6 a.m. and the ladies come out at some point all sweaty, emerging from a room that is dark with psychedelic lights flashing around. I can only assume that is their attempt to make hiding their nasty floppy flesh cool by turning on disco lights. Yesterday one of them who happens to be one of the new owners says to me, "You should come....come late, leave early!" Me: huh huh, yea! What is she thinking? Is that her way of letting me off the hook? Poor girl, so big, she can only handle part of the class. Whatever! I like the treadmill people. If I could invest in one piece of workout equipment for my home that would be it, and then I could avoid the humiliation of the gym. Although, at this point I feel my gym should be humiliated. Equipment breaking down, dust everywhere, prices have gone up for "improvements," like showers. No way in H-E-Double hockey sticks will I EVER shower at the gym. So their "improvements" can kiss my hiney. Improve the dang treadmill for goodness sake!