A lot of things are making me grouchy this weekend. I'm a grouchaholic and it's pissing me off. I'm pissed off that I'm in a bad mood, that's how bad I need therapy. Matt and I were reviewing our finances and it seems we spend one of my paychecks just getting to work every month...which makes us mad. We spend enough money in gas to rent a place in bar harbor and walk to work. Seriously, how annoying is that? Grrr Grrr Grrr. I'm just not in a reasonable frame of mind lately, not even close. I really want to be one of those people who just drinks beer and has babies even when they have no money and doesn't worry about things like the gas supply and working so far from home but alas, I'm not that person and thinking about things like that really make me want to build a shelter and buy some guns. I worry the crap out of caring for my dogs and cats and chickens in an emergency...if I had a child my brain would explode I'm absolutely certain. I'd probably have to be committed, probably I should be committed now and save all that traveling. Sorted.
So, Rebecca ran an awesome half marathon because she is a kick ass princess. I'm really impressed and proud and she's just awesome and way less neurotic than me so hop over and give her some love because half a marathon is a damn long way to run.
I didn't run any marathons, not even like a quarter marathon. The only marathonic related activity I had this weekend was the cleaning of my urine soaked house. Old cat hates new cat, or us, or the sofa or has some serious bladder control issues because that bitch destroyed our crappy but formerly odorless Ikea sofa with only her urine. She has a black belt in peeing, seriously. It put all of us in a bad mood and we had to trash the cushions. Now I have to make my own because we can't afford a new cheap Ikea sofa especially if we can't sort out the urinator. I scrubbed the floor in two of our three rooms just to be absolutely sure we don't become those people with the pee house that makes their friends cry. We really don't want to be those people.
Grudgingly as I don't want to admit the good pieces of news from this weekend, I did lose a pound. And I made a really very tasty vegan chocolate cake that Matt couldn't believe was genuinely vegan. I proceeded to add whipped cream and chocolate mousse and turn the whole thing in to lunch sized trifles but the slices we had virgin were very good. I just really needed to use up that whipping cream or I'd have left it as was. We also snowshoed 2000 calories each day. I did anyway. Dude, there is no option because the twice a week snow storms are back and there is officially no other way to walk the doggies. We're all worn out from the extra exercise, especially the furries who have the luxury of napping 20 hours a day. My quads could cut glass they're so awesome, or is it diamonds...or is the whole comparison completely wrong? Whatever, they're John Basedow awesome, that's how awesome they are. It looks like there will be compulsory snowshoeing through May at this rate so maybe the rest of me will catch up. Basedow all the way, baby!