It’s little moments in my day that if I spend time THINKING about walking, I don’t. If I just get up and go, however, I’ll be happy that I did it, when I’m done. Today was one of those days.
Now, it didn’t start out all sunshine and rainbows. In fact, it probably started just like something that might happen in a normal relationship. Might.
I was sitting on my sac, talking on the phone to a friend from work, and my husband politely asked, “Hey, you think you could go talk in the..I don’t know, Garage?” You know… because he didn’t want to HEAR my conversation.
So, I went outside in my socks, and started wandering the driveway. Well that got boring quickly, so I decided to start walking. IN MY SOCKS. I ended up walking all the way around the block, finishing my conversation, and coming back to the house.
I sat my ass back on the sac, and called my husband an asshole. Like a good wife would. But you know what? I walked, and HE ultimately was the one who made me. Maybe not an asshole after all.
Now I know you think this story of walking ends here… oh no. Here’s my second section, which I’d like to call “These Boots Are Made For Walking…” I bet you know where this is going.
Yesterday, I decided to go with Mike, so he could look at a job. When we got there he left me in the truck, while he went to scope out his new work. I, of course, got bored waiting. So, I hopped out of the truck, and started walking. In my knee high boots. Whatever works, right? I ended up walking around 3 separate small blocks in the neighborhood where he was working.
I was feeling quite successful. I got to smile at all the neighbors, while they pretended to know me, and I even spent time checking out the cute little houses. And yes, I WAS that girl with with the music playing out loud, because I didn’t have my headphones. I’ll tell you I’m creative at finding time to walk… not prepared to do it.
…and then we went for breakfast and I ate Eggs Benedict. So shoot me.
proof, bitches.
Fat Girl Wunning 