Waking up to my four legged little man is one thing but waking up with a crazy head of mad bedhead, this means I dreamt big and tossed and turned when doing so.
Even Balboa is confused at just how crazy my hair gets when I dream.
I only have half a head of hair for goodness sake!
I figured that if you could boil chicken then you could boil eggs. I didn't know that's what poached eggs were because I've never actually had a poached egg. Anyways, it was a bit of a messing session today, preparing my meal, but dang Skippy did those eggs ever stink!!! Stink, stank, stunk!
My coworker complained about the smell of my meal and I teased her about hers. Told her she had no right commenting on the smell of my meal when her ghetto meal consisted of things she bought at the local store. Must admit this though, as ghetto as it looked, her preparing it, her meal did look yummy in the end.
Second beautiful bouquet of flowers in less than two weeks... can you say spoiled?! Yuppers.
I killed it at coaching tonight, pushing through all my fabulous females through training and drilling my fierce fighters at the women-only gym. I then used all their wicked energy to fuel my late night training. Got in twelve solid rounds of boxing and then cranked out an ab routine of 200 crunches.
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