It’s 9:41 am


  • It is 9:41 am and my daughter is already napping next to me.
  • She has not taken a nap in a month.
  • I guess watching me read makes her tired.
  • I ran two miles last night and only took three small walking breaks.
  • I am giddy with pride.
  • I shouldn’t run tonight, but I am going to.
  • Glutton
  • I am going to buy these next week.
  • Neon pink running shoes is the only way to go.
  • Then I will need some sports bras.
  • I think my boobs have grown, and now it has become a little uncomfortable when I run.
  • I have finally become a woman!
  • I really, really, like this song.
  • This is a great song to sing while driving around.
  • Did you know that the singer played Jesus in Jesus Christ Super Star on Broadway?
  • I bet that was awesome to watch.
  • He was not Jesus in the one I saw.
  • I do not see enough musicals.
  • This made me laugh out loud!
  • You have to love a man who just wants to keep it spicy!
  • I want a bedroom like this.
  • Quick fixes ladies!
  • I think I am going to partake in a little bad eating today.
  • I have been really good this week.
  • Minus the Chick-fil-a.
  • Why does fast food have to be so fast?
  • Why does it have to be good?
  • These are the things I ponder at 9:41 am.
  • I am reading about Henrietta Lacks.
  • Her cells do not die, and people have made millions of dollars because of them.
  • Her family has nothing.
  • I am saddened but not surprised.
  • The laundry door is open and my dryer is giving me the evil eye.
  • I guess I better go take care of business and start folding.
  • My little bit woke up so it is time to go!
  • Have a blessed day!
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