My weekend was full of catching up on everything but housework and laundry. Which of course leads to a fun filled week for me. Yuck. Also yuck is that I’m back to counting my weight watcher points this week, I’ve taken a well earned week off after a week of not eating at all. It only seemed fair, and I have yet to smack, so I better get at it because I thought I caught a glimpse of a bicep in the mirror yesterday.
Saturday afternoon we went to see Corteo by Cirque Du Soleil. Of course, there are no words to describe how beautiful and amazing it is. I didn’t even notice until the next morning that sitting in those folding chairs for 3 hours really makes your ass hurt. And I came away with more than a sore rear; I now have a daughter whose sole ambition is to become a Cirque de Soleil acrobat. Twenty-thousand back walk-overs later has me pretty convinced she’d be darn good at it, besides considering she’s made of sugar and spice and everything gumby.
Please, no comments about the dirty carpet. Vacuuming is the last thing on my list right now.