Morning comes early up in Chez MizFit.
It typically unfolds like this:
MizFit cracks an eyeball and searches ceiling for projection clock only to be reminded she’s frigging blind as a bat now.
Time on ceiling appears to look like a drawing of a fish.
MizFit, even in her haze, is cognizant this is not a time and proceeds to try and pull a Costanza and squint herself to 20/20.
Time reads 415 am.
MizFit ponders the fact that the Toddler Tornado will be awake in 45 minutes.
MizFit ponders the fact that her coffee is ready, waiting and the PERFECT drinking temperature having been brewed at 2am (questions? comments?).
MizFit hauls her
ass happy self out of bed and commences her day.
Why do I bore you with all that?
Because it truly made me laugh out loud imagining myself doing these in bed morning energizing exercises whilst Renaissance Man still attempts to slumber.
Is your morning nothing like the MizFits or are you flying happily solo in your bed with morning sunshine pouring in the window? If it’s the latter pehaps give em a shot.
One of MizFit’s many downfalls is her dislike of all things mexican-food.
Guacamole? That *and* it’s accompanying chips could sit on the table forever and I’d take nary a taste let alone eat too much (just not my thing. that said, I have many a thing to be disclosed later).
Cant be trusted around the guac? An 100 cal pack is on the way.
Is it just because Im not a fan that it seems a tad….icky? or if I adored the ‘mole would I feel the same way?
LinkyLast but not LinkyLeast a silly frivolous one.
what kind of soul are you?
Me? Im a dreamer according to them. go figure (& I totally beg to differ.)
Speaking of people whom I adore and admire (Im world renown for my segues) I have two words for you NANCY REDD.
Not only is she a contributing editor at CosmoGIRL! Magazine (subliminal message: pleasetohirethemizfit. pleasetohirethemizfit) & an an AOL Wellness Coach —-her book BODY DRAMA is a must-must-must own for every young woman/woman/person who has ever met a woman.
Period. (oooh, accidental pun now intended)
Her (New York Times best selling!) book tackles the questions we *all* had (have?) from why is one of my breasts larger than the other to why do our underarms smell funky and every single thing in between.
Im so appreciative to Nancy for donating a copy of her book.
MizFit? she plans to purchase her own and f
inally get a few questions answered put that chickenbus away for the Toddler Tornado.
You know the deal. You’re entered to win for the price of one comment below.
Have at it.