My morning therapy sessions

Each morning I wake up at 6:30 - eager to start my day. Wait. Strike that. Let's say "anxious to take on the day"...

would you believe "willing" to get out of bed?


Folks - 6:30 is a beautiful time of day. The neighbors and their dogs are all still resting. My kids are usually still asnooze in their beds. There is no game systems on and being yelled at by impatient boys whose names shall not be mentioned... but his initials are PDC...

The best part of my morning routine are my therapy sessions - my walking partner and I have decided that we don't walk to lose weight (good thing because it is SOOOO not working out that way) but we walk to save our sanity. There is something therapeutic about being about to vent in the early morning and then come home refreshed!

Well, Monday's therapy session had a little bonus moment as we walked around the park - lapping a sweet little ole lady *(SLOL) who was slowing down to miss the sprinkler. It's hot - I wanted a little spritz by then... but apparently SLOL didn't because when that water hit her in the face she used a SLOE (sweet little ole expletive) that sent me into hysterical laughter!

So sorry SLOL... I'd been thinking of you like my grandmother while I was walking - and the very idea of my SLOG (sweet little ole grandmother) saying D#@N was just too hilarious :) I hope you will forgive the hysterical laughter... someday...