The way I see it, I had two choices tonight.
Treadmill or ice cream.
That's one of the hard things about Courtney being gone. If I could just head out the door for a bike ride or a lovely brisk walk, the choice wouldn't be so tricky. After all- the evening looks so inviting. The garage sure doesn't.
In the end, I chose the ice cream.
Hmmmm. . .If I tell you that I ate a half pound of peas before dinner, would my decision sound any better?
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