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NuevaVida -> RE: I Admit It I........ (1/7/2014 6:48:56 PM)
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I admit last night as I was dropping some bags of clothes & things off at Good Will, a young woman approached me and asked me if I had a blanket I was donating. I admit I said I didn't, but I gave her some flannel pajamas out of my bag, and she was very grateful. I admit I thought of her this morning. I admit the Mister & I have so many duplicate things! I admit I'm loading up my brother (who is currently in a near-empty cottage) with a kitchen table, TV, DVD, microwave, toaster, coffee pot, dishes & silverware. I admit the Mister is taking care of pretty much everything with this move - all I have to do is pack. He's scheduled the movers, painters, contractors, etc., etc. I admit tonight I told him he's carrying the full load here, and he said, "That's my job, sweetheart." I admit I am most grateful. I admit this is my last week with my trainer at the gym (sniff sniff) since I'll be living too far to go there, and she's writing down all the things she has me do, since I seem to have had a lobotomy every time I go there myself (with the weights and such). I admit I don't know what any of the "moves" are called (because I suck at that stuff) so she's writing up complete descriptors of them. On one she said, "What if I just put, 'The one that you hate?'" and I said that would pretty much describe all of them, haha. I admit next Monday is my last Zumba class with her (in 4 years), so she's letting me pretty much pick the set list. I admit I need to go pack. I'm procrastinating.
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