My boots and the truth about "running errands"...

For the past three nights I have been having dreams of junking. What does this mean? What kind of freak actually dreams of going to stores filled with the things that other people have thrown out?  What does that say about me?

This morning I got up early, at least by homeschool standards, and exercised. Then I showered and ate and woke David to tell him that I was going to "run some errands".

"Running errands." Sounds mysterious and important doesn't it?  It could mean anything. I could be going to the post office or the hardware store or negotiating peace in the Middle East.

When I say that I am running errands it usually means one thing- that I am sneaking out junking but want to sound like I am doing important housewifely duties.

That is exactly what I did when I told David that I was running errands. I made it sound like I had a very important grocery store trip to make. Then I just happened to go to a grocery store in another town that just happens to be near Global Thrift.

Junk needs me.

I found eight of these lovely Corelle plates. They are so cheery!

I snapped this up as soon as I saw it. Butter yellow Fiestaware mug.

Check out the price!

I also found some cute Oilily clogs, J.Crew polka dot flip flops and a Free People skirt. I spent two hours leisurely shopping while my family thought I was slaving over coupons at the grocery store.

There are not enough Hail Mary's to absolve me of my sin.

My friend Edwidge has been asking me for a photo of the boots that I found on Mother's Day. I wish you could hear her ask. She is French (and very skinny of course) and has the sexiest French accent. She cannot be denied, so I am posting some pictures of the boots.

One more thing, for those of you keeping track. I have now lost 33 pounds and for the first time in a year, Wii Fit called my weight normal.

I've never been normal in my entire life. Wii should say, "Freak, at a healthy weight". For now my appetite for junk and chocolate has been satiated and I can go to bed content.

Unless I have the junk dream again...

Dust...

Notice the dust bunny sitting on the shoelace of my sneaker? That's how long it has been since I put them on.

I have no idea what got into me today but I decided to exercise.

I tried to fire up the Wii Fit without the children noticing but as soon as they heard, "Measuring!" in that voice that manages to be both robotic and judgmental, they hurried down the stairs to see their mother run in place.

They wanted to chat with me while I was doing my workout. I kept having to shush them as I was working too hard on not having a coronary to engage in conversation.

I exercised for ten minutes. It sounds pathetic, I know and quite frankly it is, but it's all I can do for now.

Lily and I went to the playground after school today so that she could play with her friends.

It gave me the opportunity to spend time with my skinny friends. It's true! There are a group of about five mothers who are hard core exercisers. They get up at 5:30 am for boot camp.

They can actually wear skinny jeans tucked into boots.

I suspect that they are probably also hungry.

I think that they like to live a vicarious full-figured life through me, a life where chocolate is a major food group and cupcakes are a staple. When I told them that I had begun to exercise they were concerned that perhaps I had lost my mind.

"Don't go to the dark side!" one said.

"The next thing you know you'll give up junking!" said another.

At that I grabbed her shoulders and said, "If I ever tell you that I am quitting junking I want you to stage an intervention! As god is my witness, I will junk forever!"

Exercises come and go, but good junk is forever.