Endless Ends

One of the weight class instructors uses a term that cracks me up.

Muscular Intensity.

With hard hits on all the syllables. 🤣


It just never gets old. 💁‍♀️
 
Delivery expected. In my scramble to pack and get out of the house for Thanksgiving, I forgot to leave the gate open. By the time I realized, it was dark. Cloudy, so no moon kind of dark. Peachy.

It's been unseasonably warm, so snakes are not out of the question. Naturally I have less than zero idea where a flashlight might be hiding. Naturally this means I must sprint to the gate.

This logic is two-fold.
1) Running creates more vibration. Any snakes might hear and get out of the way.
2) . . . . I no longer remember this point. 😂

The downside is that it's daaaaaaaaaark. Like, I can't see the ground dark. Not being the most graceful gazelle in the herd, lack of visual is a hazard.

*zoom*

Gate in record time. As I struggle with lock and key I hear this . . . noise. Like something is breathing. 😳

*freezes in place*

Heavier, breathy breathing, and . . . could that be snuffling? Could it be? No, surely not. Not a feral pig. Those things are dangerous! I still can't see anything, but whatever it is it's close.

At this point my adrenaline is in overdrive. I am about to break the land speed record sprinting back to the farmhouse. Before I can pivot, a gusty breath lightly caresses my right ear. I am in the midst of my third heart attack when it occurs - feral pigs aren't that tall.

IT WAS A COW

A rogue cow, mind. One of those wily creatures who slip their confines and wander the countryside terrorizing the innocent.

I called the police. (Because as far as I know there is no Lost Cow Department. 🤷‍♀️)


Moral to this story.

KNOW WHERE YOUR FLASHLIGHTS ARE

*thunk*
 
Today's random observation:

I don't think about feet. Look at feet. Even consider feet, really, as I go about my daily business. But. It seems that when a situation arises where I have to read articles that might feature pictures of feet, like, idk, reviews on no-show socks for flats . . . .

Turns out I have opinions about feet.

There is such a thing as foot models.

All I'm saying.
 
Also sayin, while I adore that I can do most of my Holiday shopping whilst parked on my fanny at home, it is ah-mazing how much money I can spend parked on said fanny. 🤣
 
I found my padded, fingerless gloves for weight class.

And then promptly forget where I put them to be *safe*.

Honestly, why am I allowed to wander around on my own? 🤣
 
Louboutin has come out with all these dusky blue pumps and boots. My favorite color!

It's killing meeeeeee.

I told myself I would put my clothing expenditure on hold until I finished the farm.

*stay strong*
*stay strong*
*stay strong*

🫣🫣🫣
 
Louboutin has come out with all these dusky blue pumps and boots. My favorite color!

It's killing meeeeeee.

I told myself I would put my clothing expenditure on hold until I finished the farm.

*stay strong*
*stay strong*
*stay strong*

🫣🫣🫣
You need to buy at least one. Your feet have supported you your whole life (minus crawling). They deserve to feel special.
 
You need to buy at least one. Your feet have supported you your whole life (minus crawling). They deserve to feel special.
You're right. They do. 🤔

Wait!!!

*thinks of expensive shoes packed in boxes upstairs because the closets aren't finished*

You tempter! 🫣


What's worse is that I don't own any Louboutins. All my expensive shoes are Choo. But these are bluuuuuuuuuuuuue.

*wanders off to find some chocolate or something else to get mind off shoes*
 
I have been wandering through my shoes, in an attempt to remind myself that I am not shoe deprived. Some past highlights.

(Okay, so not really past. I still own both pairs.)

👠

👢

The first was my AV for the longest time. (You know, back before I went au naturel.)

The second was from . . . one of VT's Endless Curiosity threads, pretty sure.

Both Choo. I am a one-note kind of kitten. 💁‍♀️
 
That worked!! I am always kinda surprised when I manage to upload a photo. 🤣

* * *

In other news, it was a pajama day. Meaning I never change out of mine. (Because I'm taking the meaning of slacker to new highs.)

This sartorial choice wouldn't have been an issue except for deciding to do yoga. Even that might not have been a problem, except for the inadvertent choice of a class with an excessive number of down dogs.

Having your teeshirt fall over your face continuously through the class is not entirely conducive to the yoga experience. 🙏
 
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