It is hot here this week. Hot. Hot. Hah-aht. I took the offspring out for a stroll this morning, and was smart enough to pile on the sunscreen first. It was Hawaiian Tropic, and it smelled so yummy. That smell always takes me back to high school. Back when my family lived in Winnipeg and we had a pool in our back yard--one whiff of HT puts me right back there. These days I wear sunblock because I don't want to encourange wrinkles or cancer, but those days I wore sunblock to prevent any semblance of a tan from cramping my style. You can't be tanned and listen to Morrissey, you just can't.
The 35-year-old me was walking the streets of Port Moody with my 14-week-old son, wondering if the 17-year-old me could ever have imagined this turn of events. I think the 17-year-old me would approve of Simon and George, not so sure if she'd be over the moon with the additional 30 pounds I'm hauling around. But that's okay, I've got another magic-bean solution--the new wii Active. It's totally going to whip me into shape. I'll be so lean and mean, I'll be able to kick the 17-year-old me's ass.
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