Murphy is My Friend
. . . well, he's not really my friend, but he does seem to be my constant companion, especially on Mondays.
I was really pleased with myself tonight. I had it all planned out; my meals were cooked & packed, my workout clothes clean, ready to hit the gym before going to work. Well, it was pouring buckets, so I had to juggle an umbrella, a computer bag, and a ginormous gym bag with my gym clothes and lunch bag in it.
When I finally got inside, I dropped them to the floor to re-arrange myself. Got to my desk, opened up and pulled out my lunch bag. My dripping wet lunch bag. Yep. Opened the bag and found that my milk bottle had popped open, soaking my clothes and getting milk in all my meal containers. Best laid plans, and all that? Yeah. Mama Margie's, here I come. Again.
No workout today. I don't think Rackspace would look too kindly on someone doing nekkid resistance training in their gym.
