Exit Sign

The goal for the day is to beat some of the traffic going out of the city today. It’s the first time in the few years I’ve worked for my company that the office is closing at noon for the holiday, and I’m heading straight from the parking lot to the nearest interstate exit labeled “You’re heading to Missouri, you crazies! Are you sure you wanna do that? Are you lost? Are you aware how boring this drive is? You should really fly more. Get a Frequent Flyers Card.”.

Or at least that’s what it would say, but not all the words would fit. So they just came up with “Exit, St. Louis”  instead.

Either way, that’s where I’m heading for the night to stop and visit my gal pals before finishing the trip to Mid-MO on Saturday morning to celebrate Easter with the fam.

I have not a clue what I will be doing tonight. My luggage holds a pair of sweat pants and a pair of sassy heels. *Probably* not to be worn at the same time. We’ll see where the night takes us.

However, I already know where the weekend will take me. Straight to a basket full of chocolate molded into fun springtime shapes.

If it’s shaped like an egg or a bunny, the calories cancel out.

Don’t give me that look. I don’t make the rules.

But just in case, I’m bringing along some Jillian Michaels “The Shred” and “Six Week Six Pack”.

It’s probably going to take me longer than six weeks to get that six pack, being as how the dvd only gets broken out maybe once a week. Shoot.

This morning I participated in strength training in the form of hauling all of my crap from the apartment to my car. The one bright side to being an overpacker.

Sigh. I’ll never learn.

Later, peeps!


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