Off to a good start. . . kinda sorta

I reckoned that if I did indeed have to go to work today, that I might as well try to make the best of it. As part of my whole get-back-into-the-groove-of-things push, I decided to get up early, slap on my new Crest White Strips, hit the treadmill and have some time to relax, knit or read before I headed out in the cold to bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan.

It didn't all go exactly according to plan, however. I did get up early. I did manage to slap on those nasty, nasty tooth-whitening slivers of Saran Wrap and then gag the entire time over the taste. (I am not sure what I expected, but would some orange flavoring break the bank over there at Crest? I'd kick in another dollar or two just not to have the taste of a chemical spill in my mouth. Why not grape, grape is good.)

I didn't hit the treadmill. I didn't take time to knit or relax. I just left early for work in hopes of having a little bit of a jump on the day.

And as we near lunch, I realize that I have nothing with any nutritional value within reach, which means I will have to venture out and try to make a healthy choice at places that thrive on the exact opposite. So much for New Year's resolutions.

Update: I pondered and pondered and that took an extra day, so I am just now announcing the winner(s) of the "Name that Sock Monkey and Win Great Prizes" contest.

And the winner is. . . Hope. Who could resist naming their monkey "Walter". Hope, all you gotta do is e-mail me (raggedaroundtheedges (at) hotmail (dot) com) your particulars so I can send your handsome reward your way.

And because she's so great to go to all of that trouble to do the research on the history of sock monkeys. . . Farmwife, you're a winner too. Give me some time and you too will find something in your mailbox.