Sometimes I have to let out a loud, "buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh," and then shoot puffs of breath up at my forehead to blow my bangs around for awhile.
I mean, what else is there to do? Really? Life is so dull these days, I have absolutely nothing on my to-do list and I've already managed to scratch my butt in sufficient amounts. I wish there was a toilet to clean or something.
Trust me - I have PLENTY to do. I hardly even ever have time to scratch my butt. In fact, if I had more to do I would probably just lapse into a catatonic state do to overwhelmedness.
Maybe the bang puffing is like mini-catatonic-ness.
And in other news...
Last Christmas (you know, like a month ago) I got one of those pedaling things that you put under your desk so that you can be a dork and work out while actually working. Except that my knees hit the slidey keyboard ledge each time I pedal. So I have to slump really low in my chair, which isn't really conducive to major work getting done. And I mostly end up puffing my bangs while I pedal instead.
Also for this past Christmas my kids gave me the best gift they could think of: ankle weights. Nothing says love like a pair of ankle weights.
Actually I think it more says, "Hey mom, we think you're fat, why don't you do something about it already?!"
So I've been wearing ankle weights a lot these days. Like all day. Because I figure if running up and down the stairs 50 times a day wasn't enough to control my girth, then ankle weights SURELY will make the difference.
Opie's bus was like 5 minutes earlier than usual yesterday. And I was still two blocks away. Fine, a block and 3/4 away. And if you're not at the bus stop they take your kid back to school. So I had to run. Pushing a stroller, with still-damp-shower-hair in the freezing cold, wearing ankle weights.
A few more days like that and my girth is going to be pulling a serious vanishing act.
Maybe those ankle weights were a good idea after all.
Also, I should probably cut my bangs. Maybe I'd get more done....