I mean, this message is clearly directed to me and only me, don't you think? How could he know through the blogosphere exactly what needed to be said?
"There’s a bright shiny new day waiting for you and you’re letting it slip away while you lie there beneath your layers and layers of covers, wishing the world would go away. I’ve got news for you, Sunshine: the world’s not going anywhere." Check out the rest.
So that got me to thinking about the perfect weight loss solution--a mind meld with someone who's already succeeded, someone who can give me just a teeny tiny (insert snort of sarcasm here at the gross understatement) jump start in my attitude, plan, and body.
- A mind meld from someone who already has the right attitude like Jack
- Or the right exercise plan like MizFit,
- Or an amazingly healthy diet like Lynn,
- Or the kickass flat abs of Sandrelle,
- Or the youthful perception and humor of Tricia.
Oh, hell, as long as I'm dreaming--how about a mind meld with them all?
Could the 5 of you please line up in my family room for a conga line mind meld? I'll provide antibacterial goop so you can stay free of transferable viruses, entertainment with puppy Yeats who has a more square nose and more fluff than puppy dog above, a nice cool drink, big hugs, and eternal gratitude.
If any of the rest ya'll want in on the transference (assuming the fab 5 agree, and how could they turn down a visit with that fluffly bundle below), send your check for $5K to me. I'll put you on the invitation list. Or . . . just send me a few kind words today and ongoing encouragement. I'm easily bribed, I loves me a crowded house, and succumb quickly to signs of affection.
Most recent pic of Yeats from my cell phone: