FYI

FYI, apparently skipping the treadmill and spending an hour cleaning my bedroom and folding laundry* with Greg** burns more calories than walking on the damn treadmill - I was down two pounds this morning.

Tonight is our one digression from "Operation No BurgerMcSonicKentuckyFriedRunzaTacoBellJohnsBuenoPapaMurphysJohns
PizzaHutArbysWendys" (gosh, I still think that needs a better name!), but Greg is bringing the chinese here b/c we are battling colds again. So it's chinese tonight, but I will make my own brown rice and not eat their white-rice-of-death, and it will be goooooood. Maybe. Or maybe I don't even need rice. But definitely need the crab rangoons. No lie.

*Yes, we "really" folded laundry...get your head out of the gutter. Ok, or don 't, whichever. What do I care what you do with your head? As John MacIntyre once said of his own head being there, "I can't help it. It's attached to my body." Good old MASH - something for every occasion.

**Did I tell you he was the best ever, or what?