The zoo was hot and humid, but a good time. The kids begged for overpriced churros and #2 couldn't keep his hands and mouth off the urine soaked ropes in the monkey habitat. We watched a mother orangutan playfully wrestle her little baby and then stroke the baby's back with her long so-human-like finger. Just think, in a few hundred years her kind will have taken over the earth and they'll be feeding us humans like pets.
In honor of the Biggest Loser (which I totally am, and not in the weight loss way) which I'll be watching tonight alone, I've made a double batch of snickernoodle cookies. Sweet spouse teaches a class at ASU on Tuesday nights so I've made a habit of eating fatty treats while I watch other fatties get fit. It's a double edged sword; I feel 1)totally inspired and motivated by these amazing people to get in better shape myself and 2) like I'm not even close to being that fat so I might as well just keep sitting on my can stuffing cookies down the hatch. You see, I justify my cookie binging as a way to ensure that I'll do an extra long run in the morning.
4 comments:
that last paragraph was HILARIOUS... and sadly, too too too familiar!
Okay, that is crazy because I also like to watch Biggest Loser...and eat treats while doing it...and my husband also teaches a class on Tuesday nights....at DSC no less. Who knew our lives could be so much the same... I on the other hand will not be running tomorrow morning.
run a few laps for me, will ya? my big ole' pregnant self is too busy "baking" nestle ready-made cookies for myself (and sometimes Andy) every night.
there is a half a cake downstairs calling my name..."megan, eat me." and until I read your blog I was fighting it, but now that you put it all in to perspective for me I see no reason why NOT to give in to the butter cream frosting and rainbow chip cake in the shape of lightning McQueen! you make me laugh!
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