Soon, I classed it up with a bra, a clean giant Y t-shirt, and a pair of black sweat pants. It wasn't long before I noticed crusty stuff on leg of my sweats.
I decided I'd better work out. Yeah, I work out. Weekly. Very weakly (my Grandpa's old bath joke). But, here's to Monday's and deciding I'd better start it up again, before the BYU shirts aren't giant anymore. Seriously, this last 15 pounds of baby-weight doesn't want to budge. Anyway, I kept the giant Y-shirt on, and changed in to some of Neal's basketball shorts. No, he doesn't play basketball. I just am in need of stretchy-waisted big pants.
I did a triathlon. It was very, very fun. But I suck at swimming and I'm slow.
After my work out, I needed a shower. Now, I am in my naked-man marathon t-shirt, and a pair of shorts. Let's hear it for 3 sweat-suit related outfits in one day! And it's not even lunch time. I did shave my legs and pits yesterday, so I'm not letting any slobbery guilt get to me too bad. I'm not planning on going anywhere today, with the exception of the high school for some taxi shuttling. But I don't need to get out of the car, so I'm safe.
Now, for the next question of the day: Do I put on make-up? My mom would say yes.
Perhaps I should stop baking brownies and bread. Homemade bread is delicious, but then that's all we eat, and we go through the butter like crazy, so, is it really cheaper?
We had our back-to-back birthday's again. Kate went shopping with Grandma, which is definite high for the birthday girl. The oldest girls love to shop, and I hate it. Good thing for grandma's! Kate picked out this little vest/sweater/animal jacket thing. When she pulled out the furry vest, Abigail got really excited and yelled, "Kate! I love that! Now you can put it on and go imbestigatin' for bigfoots in the redwoods!"