I don't sleep anymore because I have two babies. It's like I'm drunk most of the time. But for free.
Gym Avoidance and Gisele Stalking
That's what I did at lunch today. I forgot my gym ID, which is basically akin to forgetting your gym shoes in eighth grade - you have to sit out in your Doc Marten's while everyone else does the President's Physical Fitness Challenge (aka the worst time of my life) so I did what any normal citizen would do - shop. So I was walking around and looking at things that I can't afford when I get a text from a girlfriend whose husband works nearby. HE saw Gisele at our Starbucks! I ran over (picture Chariots of Fire with less cleavage) but alas, she was already gone. I am so jealous, he sees EVERYONE famous and I never do. I've got to plan my strategy better.
So drunk, so Jeff Goldblum-y... this is circa 2001 so don't get any funny ideas.
So that's that. No gym and no Gisele. But I was thinking as I goofily ran over, totally winded, that I would probably start being active and sporty like Gisele and I'd look like her in a few weeks. I know. I'm deluded.