Today I was reminded why I no longer bother with a gym membership. Just thinking about it is exhausting.
Need a water break now? I know, me too.
How to get rid of back pain, joints and legs in 7 days.
Please note: I did not actually read the article with this title on Facebook, so I am unable to enlighten you on what horrors the seven days have in store for you, should you decide that being joint-less and leg-less is for you.
The title was enough. There are some things I don’t have to know.
…and other serious stuff found on Facebook.
These are from The Idealist page on Facebook. There’s a lot of seriously inspirational stuff there. There’s also this.
When I showed it to him he knew who it was and laughed. I took that as a good sign that I hadn’t traumatized him for life.
Yesterday W came across a picture on Facebook of someone we haven’t seen for over thirty years and remarked that he looks awful. He doesn’t really, he just looks old, because, well, he’s old. We see our own changes gradually, and are often shocked at the changes in other people with whom we’ve lost touch. Inside I feel like I’ve never left my thirties, but the mirror tells a different story.
So this is not the face I married, although he’s in there somewhere. I’m going to hang on to this until we’re in our nineties and then show it to him again so we can both see how handsome he was way back in the day. This is of course supposing we both live that long and can still see and remember where we put things.
I was looking at celebrity high school yearbook pictures on some Facebook site (yes, we both have way too much time on our hands these cold dreary January days) and the captions were statements of disbelief and what happened? Well, time happened, you idiot caption writer.
Here’s to time and the wonderful changes it makes to our life-well-lived faces.
Well look at me. I was going to take a well-earned day off from posting, but then I remembered that every day is a day off for me and do I really need to spend any of these days doing ABSOLUTELY nothing? Or could I just put that off until tomorrow or some other day.
And then as I was wasting time on Facebook looking at pages that I’ve liked in the past but which never ever come up on my news feed, I came across the following interesting thought-provoking stuff.
Plus W mixed me a spiced rum and orange juice. So I’m not completely responsible.
Back to the drawing board tomorrow.