Saturday, January 26, 2008

I am a weakling

Well, we did it. We finally moved our computer upstairs into our bedroom. We had to do some rearranging of other furniture to make it work. We moved the secretary into the living room, moved Troy's dresser where the secretary was, and then put the computer desk where his dresser was. And I realized, I'm not the muscle woman I thought I was. Every time I look in the mirror, I think "man, who is that buff lady?" And then I remember it's me. But apparently, all the muscles are just for looks, because bringing that computer desk upstairs just about killed me. But we got it all settled, and here I am typing without feeling the need for a coat, scarf, and gloves. And a blanket.

Troy and I (and his Dad and brothers) went target shooting today, so I could try out my new gun. I love it so much! It's really fun to shoot.

Okay, I have to come clean. I'll reveal my true mirror story. One time I was walking into Albertsons, and I saw a reflection of a woman in the windows. I thought it was a little weird that her outfit was exactly the same colors as mine, but then I thought (I don't know why, don't ask) that she was a bit heavier than me, so I was feeling pretty good about myself. And then I realized it was me.

2 comments:

  1. Your mirror story made me snicker. How funny! I totally know about the moving furniture stuff. I've helped Brandon with so much lately, and I almost cried a few times, but I couldn't drop it.

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  2. You are such a riot! What kind of gun did you get? I used to go shooting with my dad alot when I was younger and it is more fun than I think people think it is. Can I just say I love the way you write, I write how I talk which is no good.

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