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The husband and I had lunch at a “trendy” restaurant. Even though we didn’t see any signs for a non-smoking section, we must have missed it because we ended up sitting in the smoking section (I’m assuming?)

Everyone at the table next to us (five guys) lit up all at once and I left feeling sick and wanting to pass out. Seriously, dudes, where is your courtesy?

To say I was a wee bit cranky would be putting it mildly.

Twitter Messages

Twitter-esque

A blog entry – Twitter style.

I’m quite looking forward to my husband’s band practice tonight. Why? Because I won’t have to feel guilty for working out and not spending that two hours with him.

Who thinks this sort of stuff??

EDITED: I didn’t workout because I was simply too tired. Must remember to take iron!