Why I Should Never Exercise at Home

Last night it was very chilly in Smalltown, VA.  The Voice of Reason and I were going to go on a walk.  I decided that a walk would benefit me much more so than the mani/pedi I had scheduled.  In the end, I'm really glad I didn't go for that mani/pedi.   The mall was locked down.  Someone showed up with a rifle, apparently.  That just doesn't fly...even here in Smalltown, VA.

So anyway, it was too cold to walk.  I had cancelled my mani/pedi.  And I still wasn't worried.  Why?  Let me tell you!  Because I purchased one of these:

And some of these:

Yes.  That's right.  I'm rockin the 3lb hand weights.  I would advise that you watch your step around me when I'm pumpin iron.  Just sayin....

So, after TEN and I made a random andouille sausage and chicken thigh stir fry of sorts I decided it was exercise time.  I broke out the exercise ball and the weights.  And I went to town.  I looked a little something like this:

Okay.  Maybe not.  I had a dress on.  And a glass of wine in my hand.  So, I probably looked a bit more like this:

Which is exactly why we cannot fathom how this occurred:

(disclaimer:  this is NOT my house.  shit was way too crazy when this happened at my house for any photos to be taken)

First, TEN tried to warn me (after I had already broken the ceiling fan globe) that I was going to break the ceiling fan globe.  Thanks babe. 

Then Louis went batshitcrazy.  He was barking and trying to get off of the couch and hiding and barking and TEN could not get a grip on him and there was glass all over the floor and I was screaming that the puppy was going to get into the broken glass. 

It was a mess.

I finally made it to the closet and got a broom and a dust pan.  I cleaned everything up.  Louis then hid and whimpered because he somehow felt it was his fault.  I promptly put the exercise ball and the hand weights in the spare bedroom.  Where they will probably stay.  Forever.

T