So, fresh from losing (and luckily finding) my glasses, I headed to the gym to do some wind sprints and ab crunches over lunch. I punched in, headed to the locker room, and started putting on my gym clothes…
Until I discovered I had brought my son’s shorts instead of mine. My 8-year-old son, who can still wear 5T waists. In a fit of insanity, I actually tried to put them on to see whether I could get away with wearing them or not. The answer was no. Actually more like “hell no.” I couldn’t even get them halfway up my thighs.
So I left and headed to Target, hoping to find a pair of really cheap shorts I could buy so I could still get the workout in, but none were cheaper than $10, which was more than I wanted to pay for an extra pair of shorts I didn’t really need. So no workout for me.
I’ll try to do fewer stupid things in the near future so that this blog doesn’t devolve into nothing but stories of all my slightly amusing mistakes.
