Imma be living that good life

I just had a semi-productive living room workout. By that I mean I dance around my room to several tracks from a good pop group (today's being The Black Eyed Peas) and do a few crunch routines I pulled from my recent Cosmo magazine. :) I would like to renew my gym membership, but I won't until I get a job. Anyway, it was only semi-productive because Sid kept getting onto the floor with me during my crunches and tried to paw at my face and chew at my hairband. He also nosed at my stomach and tried to "dance" with me during my "cardio" moments. Sigh. Does this indicate how inactive I am on a regular basis? That my dog flipped out when I started to be active? Sigh.

Earlier, I ironed my curtains. It was an interesting experience to say the least. My window is floor to ceiling and we had taken the curtains down to paint. Well, they became so wrinkled while folded up that I felt very trailer-trash putting them back up without some TLC first. Now they are superb. I have also completed all other "chores" that must be done so that Drew and I can enjoy our (his) 3-day holiday weekend without so much as a worry. Pat on the back for the good wife! :)

Sunday is my brother's 20th birthday. WOW. It's hard to believe he is no longer a teenager. It seems to have flown by. We are gathering as a family tomorrow night for dinner and I am excited. We definitely do not get out enough....although, Drew and I have made a reservation for a nice steakhouse in the city for Valentines Day! We NEVER do a typical Valentines Day celebration, but felt that because it was our first married one (5th one as a couple!), we ought to memorialize it somehow. What better way than some good steak!

Just got a wrong number call on my house phone. They asked for David. That's a first. We've not had a wrong number call in quite a while. Another funny thing about our phones is that, for some reason when we call out, our name does not show up on caller IDs....rather than it saying our name as it should, it says "Sherwood Taurus." It's a running joke in my family now. Who is Mr. Taurus? And where is he now? And who's phone DOES list our name? It's a mystery....

Gotta go shower now. I'm startin' to feel gruuuungey.