Baby it's Effing Cold Outside

Was going to go for a jog this morning ... was what I thought the previous night after I ate an entire white pizza. In my defense, 1.) the pizza was a frozen California Pizza Kitchen variety; 2.) I was very hungry; and 3.) it was raining outside. Oh yeah - I had like three Harvey Wallbangers the night before (probably just a Wallbanger because Wal-Mart is too good to carry Galliano, one of three "required" ingredients for a Harvey Wallbanger). What I did instead this morning was put on a salsa dancing exercise video. But the thought of getting fit with an instructor/probably once a stripper Giselle (complete with "Spanish" accent) just didn't feel right with me. Maybe it was the three Wallbangers, but I decided to call it quits after half the video. After that I did what any normal person would do - have a bagel with cream cheese.

P.S. Paul McCartney performing four songs on SNL made me forget my craving for some crazy sugary dessert. That and I don't have anything crazy and sugary in my house.