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Totally Nuclear

The Whole Megillah: Mitzvahs, Matso Balls and Everything in Between


I'm better.  It's nice to have a quiet day full of laundry and folding for me to recoup.  Even if Chickadee demanded to go out.  It was great.

I also, you'll never believe this, got to go out!  Woo-hoo!  On a girls' night no less!  It was a fan-freakin-tastic time great deal of fun.

Thankfully I'm starting to get annoyed with myself about my sugary habits again.  Not only because the Beast has made a reappearance due to my totally going nuclear depression after Chickadee's regression.  I've been really pondering a lot, and I'm excited in the breakthroughs my brain is coming up with!

Per usual.

Exercise.  It does a psycho good.

I vowed to keep this short.  Why?  Because the fabulous Carla Birnberg aka MizFit is guest posting for my community writing blog The Peanut Gallery Speaks.

I know right?  I'm never going to wash it again.  Probably not even wipe it on anything.

Please support her with some kick buttocks comments.  I'm worried she won't feel welcome...

Comments

  1. HelenDecember 10, 2010 at 9:09 AM

    Hurray for some YOU time, with girlfriends no less. Have a great weekend my friend.

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  2. AnonymousDecember 10, 2010 at 10:27 AM

    Girls night! Fabu.
    I've caught up on the last 3 or 4 posts. I had a landlord like yours once. It began making my shoulders tighten up just to read your post.
    I'm off to read the peanut gallery!

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  3. KarenDecember 10, 2010 at 11:46 AM

    Girl time AND exercise?!

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  4. GenDecember 10, 2010 at 3:36 PM

    That sounds great. Nothing quite like a nice alone time getting stuff done and then going out to get back on track!

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  5. Bring Pretty BackDecember 10, 2010 at 10:41 PM

    A girls night is so needed! I agree - love a day to wash and fold and get everything in order!
    Have a pretty day!
    Kristin

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  6. JessDecember 11, 2010 at 9:02 AM

    Thank you for your comment on my blog. You're right. Training the mind. I like it. :)

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  7. Yum YuckyDecember 12, 2010 at 3:24 PM

    Laundry folding can be so therapeutic, especially in the dark of the wee early morning before the family starts harassing me. sa-weeet!

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