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elastic band pants

The resurrection of Simon Delivers into its new not as exciting name is kind of imminent in the Twin Cities locale. It’s supposed to happen sooner or later. And there are a few other options we have in the Minneapolis area to have groceries delivered. It’s not like it’s far for us – I’ve walked to two different groceries from the apartment and not died on my walk back home. But you know what I do wish delivered? Walgreen’s or CVS or some other discount pharmacy that would send some young teenage boy on a bicycle to bring me Midol, a hot water bottle, an occasional tube of boil medication (yes, I’m serious), or maybe even one day some Incontinence Products. If I’m too lazy now to jump in the car to get some type of medication, I can’t even imagine what would happen when I’m fresh out of Depends and my elastic band pants are full of doody.

this weekend at the dog park (in pictures)

The General and I took Riley and Kentucky to the Minnehaha Falls Dog Park this weekend. It was the first time I’d ever been, but it’s completely gorgeous and I kind of want to take these damn dogs there every weekend. Here are some of my favorite pictures from the afternoon (and here’s the whole set):

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it’s been a lifelong addiction

I pretty much know (as I sit here eating a delicious roast, complete with carrots and potatoes) I should lose some weight and I pretty much want to lose some weight, but we all know it’s not an easy thing. My big downfall is soda. And by big, I mean gigantic, and holy crap, I love it so much that I sometimes cry without it. It might not be that bad, but close. They say that if you do something for 21 days, it becomes a habit, right?

That’s three weeks without pop. Without that sweet, sweet taste of corn syrup and all of that other pure chemical sugar combination.

Hey, know what I think would help with this obsession/addiction? A whole body detox, I’m sure. At least it’d keep me away from the soda for a while.