Okay, so I said no excuses. But, that was before I watched an extra child for a week, baked for number one of three Thanksgiving dinners, and then left town for the second and actual Thanksgiving dinner.
As I am sitting on my butt typing this, I swear that I had every intention of at least running with my little brother while being at our parent's house. After all, he is currently training to be a state tropper and is basically going through boot camp right now. That would be a good work-out, right?
Is it my fault that Thanksgiving dinner has done us both in? Motivation? What kind of word is that during this holiday week?
Oh, that's right-it's the word that I will need to make up for all of the yummy food that I have inhaled the past few days.
I will try again on Monday.
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