Good Evening, Kittens!
This week at work, I've been participating in some sort of Walking contest sponsored by the Occupational Health and Safety Office. I got a pedometer and have been wearing it from 9 to 5 as I go about my daily bidness.
The annoying thing is that I start work at 7:30. BUT, I guess they want to make the contest fair-ish.
Fair or not, I am still losing.
On Monday, I walked 5,661 steps ... about 2.5 miles, maybe? That night, I found out that K also has a pedometer. So, we decided to have a little contest on our own (Tues-Thurs, b/c he's going out of town for the weekend). The loser would become the Personal Sex Slave of the winner for ALL TIME!*
On Tuesday, I walked 7,740 steps. K did not walk that many.
On Wednesday, I walked 13,401 steps. K did not walk that many either.
I also did laundry. And, then, when I went to cook dinner, I sliced open a delicata squash from our CSA. and the seeds were all rotted and gross. I spent the next 15 minutes calling people I know to see if they knew if the flesh was still edible. No one answered their phones. WTF? Srsly. It was a crisis! And, no one answered their phones. Eventually, a friend of mine -who is a chef- did answer. and, he said, "Throw that bitch out."**
So I did.
I also learned who to call in a Crisis Situation. Thank gawd I didn't need to be driven to the hospital or anything.
And, today, I walked 10,406 steps. K did not. I AM THE WINNER***!!! YAY ME!!!
Tomorrow, I am going to a symposium on DC green buildings. SCGB will be there. We are going to have lunch. And, in the evening, I am having Happy Hour at the Nellie's with Eric from Baltimore, Tomokito, and many, many others.
And, I have no plans for the rest of the weekend. I am going to clean my house. And run. And grocery shop. And -maybe- work on my (stalled) kitchen remodeling project.
Good times, Sweet Kittens. Good. Times.
*OK. This may not be entirely true.
**OK. He may not have said those exact words.
***The actual prize is dinner.