The Nerve.

Lawrence drove by at least four gas stations, one donut shop and one bakery on his way home from working out this morning and completely failed to bring me back a strawberry donut. Honestly! The nerve of some people! It's not like I don't know the path he takes or the wonderful food distractions on the way- I've gone there before. Albeit, not lately, but I've been to the gym once or twice and I know a good gas station donut location on the route when I see one. Casey's has the best ones, but QwikTrip is coming on a close second. The very best ones are the ones with strawberry frosting, but the maple frosting with sprinkles takes a close second. Mmmm... I want a donut RIGHT NOW.

And I don't want to hear any heckling about not going to the gym with him this morning! It's not my fault! I know your instinct is to tell me I'm just being lazy, but I blame this all on Donna and Bernardo. You see, they bought us the fabulous horrible heating blanket for Christmas that just sucks me into bed and zaps away my brain cells into a warm, coccoon-like barrier against the world and it forces me to forget that there is even any other place on earth that I should think about visiting. And honestly, who wouldn't pick a warm coccoon over a sweaty gym any day? I'm not lazy, I'm just not stupid. And I think our heating blanket has a mind hold on me. At least until springtime. By then I might have saved up enough energy from my warm bundled trance to fight its hold on me long enough to drag myself to the gym. Until then, at least while there's still at least 2 feet of snow on the ground, I'm just impressed I get out of bed at all these days. You should be impressed, too.