Sitting outside the doctor’s office in Brookhaven, an hour early for my appointment. This should come as no surprise as I hate to be rushed, and I can never count on Atlanta‘s traffic being decent. Fortunately, I am easily entertained.
Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 213.8 pounds (+2.0 from last week’s weigh-in); sad.
After losing 2 pounds after a day of drinking Saturday (?!), I’m still 2 pounds down at 131. Huh. Must be the following two days of hashing ðŸ˜.
We won’t discuss what my scale said this morning (LIAR!)
The rumor mill says the Bear Creek Farm has been SOLD! And not to someone who wants to support the fox hunt, or the boarders (28 stalls!), so folks are starting to scramble. What it means is the hunt isn’t quite clear, but they will definitely be looking for property to at least keep the hounds kenneled. Stay tuned. And if you happen to have a spare 6 mill lying around, I know a very nice piece of property.
The other rumor is we are going horse shopping this weekend in TN, but we aren’t taking the trailer so there will not be any rash decisions!
The sad part is, the national BMW rally is also happening in TN this weekend and we will go right by! Had I been more involved or more attuned, I’d probably be there. Oh well, there’s always next year… in Montana!
-FP
Procedure done, three minutes of inserting my chest in a tube. No results yet.
To reward my adult behavior I’m eating at The Original Pancake House before reporting for duty at “XYZ Corpâ€.
Chokes On It was just talking about something at that place called a Dutch Baby. Never heard of it.
But we so rarely go out to breakfast – and when we do it usually Red Eyed Mule.
I feel as if I should know what that is, but do not.
Sort of a fluffy pancake. Sprinkled with powdered sugar.. oh yes!