I've discovered my mission in life: to be a trophy wife.
This morning I walked two miles on the treadmill, took a shower (no comments necessary), stopped for a latte, and got a pedicure. Then I picked up my pal LiLar so that we could head to Tulsa for some shopping and lunch at the Cheesecake Factory.
After all those calories, I did another three miles when I got home. Because if I'm going to be someone's trophy, he's gotta think he won a good contest, right?
Oh, and the housekeeper came today, so my house was spotless when I got home. Hey, it's a tough life I lead.
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I agree, wholeheartedly. For some ridiculous reason, I've never been good at vacationing...until this year. I could be a stay at home mom to my dog, i don't have the look for the trophy title, it would take a lot of miles on the treadmill for that to happen! :)
I miss you, friend.
Way to put those new shoes to use!
Hey, you could actually be a trophy wife WITH A BRAIN (new concept, I know). Hehe.
We'll be trophy worthy by April for our race. Well, maybe. Can't wait!
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