Okay – as we speak, MrZ is downstairs drinking his protein shake before we go to the gym. Thats right – WE. I think I might not want to go anymore. I promised I’d work out with him to “spend more time together” but I am scared. He’s drinking a protein shake for chrissakes, he takes this stuff REALLY seriously. I dont think he’s going to let me be cute and charming at the gym. I think I may have “signed a check my body can’t cash”. HURRY! Someone need a ride? Stranded? Starving? Abducted by Aliens? Dealing with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after last nights Survivor? Anything? AAAHHH. I’m so going to regret this – I can totally feel it. You all are NO help. Where is a blogfriend when you need one.
I think I’m getting a headache…and a fever…and a rash.