*The Husband had a jacket that he loved. *It's mine now.
*His pillow? Also mine...until mine no longer smells like him and I steal back the pillow he is currently using.
*Seriously, it's like a never-ending game of keep -away.
*His robe? Mine.
*His old T-shirts as my new(ish) nightshirts? Done.
*His toothbrush? Hold up. I have standards, people...
*And sometimes? All that's left clean out of the three reusable water bottle pack we bought is the pink one (which he HATES taking to work) because I have lost and or/used both of the "manly" bottles I promised him he could have because the pink one was all mine.
*And I still have the nerve to look all What The Hell is Your Problem when he gets pissy because I have a habit of going all Winona Ryder with almost all of his belongings because it's how the game is played, okay?
*For reals and true. It says so right there in little fine imaginary print.
*I'm writing this post in list form because my brain is only capable of remembering how to properly format one sentence at a time.
*Shut up. It's been a long day, which I started by kicking my own ass on the elliptical before I ate breakfast.
*Not kidding. I've been instagramming and tweeting my
new addiction progress with shots of my total time and calories burned like it's going out of style.
*No, I'm not showing off.
*What I'm actually doing is building a case for myself to prove to the rest of the world that it is entirely possible to work out every fucking day because it makes you feel good and then have to get back on the elliptical to work out again (to feel good) after you forgot the scale likes to make you feel bad that you are working out every day and not losing a fucking pound.
*No, of course I'm not bitter.
*I'm actually typing this as I elliptical again (is that a verb?) so I feel just great!
*The Husband had announced a week before our ninth wedding anniversary at the end of September that he wanted to buy an elliptical because with his crazy work schedule he doesn't have time to join a gym.
*He hasn't been on the damned thing once yet and I've been on it almost every day since.
*Which brings me to the actual point of this blog post.
*The Bastard played me.