I was on my way home from work yesterday. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, flowers blooming and I had full intentions to go to the gym.
Then I turned into the shopping center, the one with the over priced pedicures. And I paid too much for a woman to massage my feet and gams for an hour. And paint them fire engine red. And be delicate with my still broken tootsie.
That was way better than working out.