Playing Hooky

Last night, having trouble falling asleep again, I set my internal alarm clock, which works *sometimes*, for 7 am. I have a standing reservation at Golds Gym for an 8 am beating on Saturday mornings. It's one of my favorite weekly gym experiences, but this morning, at 6:57 (yay for my internal alarm), I decided that sleep would serve a greater purpose than Body Attack. Blah, blah, blah, honor your body, blah, blah, blah.
In all honesty, I would have been fine at the gym, but I talked myself into believing that after 10 straight days of exercise, I deserved a break.

So, take a break, I will.

I guess I'll add rationalizing to list of things I do well.

I do have some errands to run this morning; getting out earlier than I would had I spent my morning sweating it up at the gym will serve me well. It's Saturday after all, and like I said last week, I try my hardest to avoid getting stuck in the tangled web of weekend traffic. But alas, we still have to complete the school supply list. I have pencils and a green ball point pen to purchase. I also need to buy round cake pans and a covered cake carrier. I've been requested to make a two layer chocolate cake with chocolate frosting for someone at Craig's work. I wish I could remember her name, because then I wouldn't feel like such an airhead, but, well, I don't. It's the nameless woman's birthday and if she wants a chocolate cake, then she'll get one. Since I'm not too secure in my cake beautifying skills, I think I'll cover the top with chocolate curls. It's my belief that chocolate curls on the top of a layer cake will cover a multitude of sins. Especially those of a severely amateur cake froster. I feel the same way about powdered sugar. And gravy. Slap some gravy on it and no one will know that you mutilated that hunk of meat.

I suppose I should get a move on. It appears that Hurricane Bill is sending us a present, as he whips through the Atlantic. The only thing worse than traffic is being caught in the rain while shopping. Rain is great when I'm home, with my hair protected from the damage that a sprinkle can cause. It's a nuisance when you're out and about.
It stormed last night and they're is an 80% chance of rain today. Looks like the pool is out again. We didn't go yesterday, either.

The days of summer are winding down, which is truly bittersweet. Yes, I talk a lot about wanting Caroline to go back to school, but the quickness of the summer only serves as a reminder that every day passes quickly. Soon she'll be a second grader. I'm ok with second grade; it's third grade that makes me queasy. Third grade qualifies her as a big kid. I know every mom says it, but I sure wish I could freeze time.

Blah, now I'm bummed.

Does that mean I can call my outing "retail therapy?"