HJ?

But not like that.  One of the best things about laying in bed with Joe is that I can throw my arm over onto his side, and he will rub my hand and as much of my arm as he can reach.  It is one of my favorite things in the world.  He'll do it while he reads and continue until he falls asleep.  Ahhhh.  I told him it should be part of my birth plan for when I'm prego (willing I can get pregnant and willing I actually want to be touched while in labor). 

Anyway.  With three dogs in the house, I still got shit done today.  Laundry, vacuuming, dusting, BAM.  Actually, I kicked them all outside.  God bless our fenced in yard.  Did I mention we're dog sitting?  I think I did write that in the last post.  Yeah.  He's cool, but he's still under 3 mos.  Lu and Dex are slowly rising to the occasion of being his nannies. 

We did get a nice new camera yesterday, which I don't know how to use that well except for pointing and clicking.  It does far more than that, though, but Joe knows how to do all that.  Guess I better glam up because I'm fixin' to start being in the pics again.  The Joe show is moving behind the camera.  More than that, though, Joe takes good pics, and I'll have great stuff for framing.  As I've said before, I'd rather fill my house with the art of people and/or a story behind it that I know.  There's not really anything hanging in the house that isn't one of those two.  More of an identity that way.  It's good.

Finally, I have started running again after my three week interim.  Damn it.  I'm slow as hell, though Joe says "you'll always run your slowest on a treadmill."  I hope he's right.  I'm also starting to incorporate weights back into my life.  Makes me feel powerful.  Like I could beat someone.  Why shoot someone when you could pistol whip them, right?  Right.  So anyway.  I've even got Joe workin' on a workout plan for me.  He assessed my abilities tonight while we were at the gym, which was pretty cool.  Until we came to sit ups.  I'm awful and apparently have a core made of marshmallow.  Some years ago in undergrad at Truman where they required all students to take a fitness course, my class was given a PT test of sorts.  After the sit-ups portion, when we were all giving our numbers (how many completed in a minute) to the teacher, he just looked at me incredulously when I gave the lowest number in the class.  And now what I wouldn't give to have those abs....