I'm going to put this out there right now and you're going to have to take it, fold it up, and put it in your pocket:
I don't know what a bracket is. I don't get it. I never want to get it. I think basketball sucks major donkey balls. The end.
I'm glad we got that out of the way.
In other news, the sun came out today for the first time in a month, which is making my skin itch because I want to run around the block, wave my arms over my head and yell something ... something like: THE RAIN IS GONE! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
That pretty much sums it all up.
Last week I spent a while writing down everything I hope to accomplish in the next several months and then scheduling out accomplishments-per-week. So far it's going pretty well. And I expect it to continue doing so, if only the sun weren't mocking me and my bones didn't want to get up and get on an airplane and fly about 3,000 miles away from here and drink margaritas. Bones, behave! Behave, bones!
I don't like that "Bones" show. Or "House." There, I've said it.
Actually, I find most television irritating these days, which maybe means I am getting crotchety in my old age. I know a couple who doesn't own a TV. They also don't have access to the Internet, and when I heard about that, I was all: YOU'RE TAKING THIS A LITTLE FAR, DON'T YOU THINK? That's what I said in my head. You can't reason with people like that.
Today is my customary Monday-punishment-for-eating-too-much-on-the-weekend thing that I do. Where I eat mostly fruits and vegetables for a day. It's a good punishment for Mexican food and pad thai and pizza (even if it was gluten free). And bacon.
Tomorrow's post will be less random, and tomorrow, with the weigh-in? I will post another photo of an item of clothing I'm looking forward to fitting back into. I saved a whole closet-full of stuff. It's either completely demoralizing or highly encouraging -- I haven't decided which. Toodles!