THIS IS SO BORING
Rachel’s mission to eat vegetables and go to the gym is going well to moderately well. The hour I spent at the gym last night grinding against a folding chair was immediately canceled out by the pizza I had when I returned home, but I’ve decided that is 100% OK because the pizza had mushrooms on it. And it was delicious.
Turns out that the skill required to grind against a folder chair is not like riding a bike– I am way out of practice and so sore today it is all I can do to not lay on the floor of my office in the fetal position. I did win the booty bouncing contest though– so I’ve got that going for me. Not bad for pasty white girl.
IT’S [enter all of the sports here] SEASON!
We’ve now reached the trifecta of sporting seasons in my house– baseball, college football and NFL. If the Yankees and Jets and Clemson/South Carolina (depends on which roommate you’re talking to) are winning, we have a happy home. When those teams lose, we’ve got problems. I was on the phone with my dad during a particular Yankees loss last year and Roommate A was doing so much hollerin’ that my dad thought I was at the bar.
We’ve decided that our new roommate, Roommate R, looks like this dude who plays for the Red Socks– Jarrod Saltalamacchia. In addition to apparently being married to his high school gym teacher, he has the best last name of all time.
I’ve pretty much had this song stuck in my head for 8 million days now. I hope to have more exciting things to tell you tomorrow. I really do.