So last night was my Splurge night. If you don’t know what a splurge group is, it’s where you and 12 of your girlfriends get together once a month, pitch in 20 bucks to an imaginary pot and draw a winner. You can only win once and when you win the pot you’re supposed to SPLURGE on yourself. Since I was the first girl to win, it feels less like a splurge group and more like I'm being charged by my friends to hang out with them. You want to come to dinner with us? That’ll be 20 bucks. A movie? 20 bucks. And buy your ticket too.
Last night we went for dinner to the Fainting Goat and the experience was quite a bit different than the last time we were there when this was taking place in the parking lot...
As for my workout yesterday, it involved running stairs and burpees. There aren’t many things worse than burpees. Except for maybe falling down the stairs I was running up. That would suck. Especially sober.
Tonight is legs and abs and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dreading it. I'd also be lying if I said I'd rather go to legs and abs than clean the women's and men's bathrooms here at work. Have you ever done a 100 lunges, squats, fire hydrants, step-ups, sumo squats, low walks, kick backs, romanian dead lifts and leg abductors? You would choose cleaning dirty toilets too. I'm hoping tonight isn't hundreds. I THINK it might be a circuit or fifties. Please. Be. Fifties.
After the gym tonight I'll be cleaning the condo castle and preparing for my Tupperware/Epicure party tomorrow night. That's right, I'm having a Tupperware party. I attended one of my girlfriend's parties a few weeks back and got sucked into hosting while playing an innocent game of Deal or No Deal. Okay, it wasn’t innocent. It was actually quite straight forward. If you said “deal” you got to open your envelope and take home your prize, but NOT before committing to hosting a party. And if you said “no deal”, you didn’t have to host, BUT you didn’t get a prize. Greediness always wins. When I opened my envelope and immediately saw "Spaghetti Holder" I felt duped and outraged. That Tupperware Lady mislead me, this is NOT a prize. Obviously my feelings must have registered on my face since she made an exception and said I could choose my own prize. Either that or she clued in when I yelled out, "I don't even eat spaghetti!!"
SO tomorrow night I earn my Cereal Set. I suppose I probably could have just taken the containers and never answered the woman’s phone calls, but that wouldn’t have been very nice. Plus after hearing her stories about Tupperware ladies driving trucks over FridgeSmart Containers in Florida I decided I didn’t really want to take my chances.
ANYWAY, I decided to make it an Epicure party too because most my friends already have enough Tupperware and well, because I need more Epicure. The Tupperware lady wasn’t very receptive to this, but she didn’t say NO. Instead she used scare tactics like, “neither parties will do well” and “that’s not typically allowed.” Since I don't care about earning Tupperware or Epicure I decided to go ahead with it. It should be interesting when she shows up and see’s the Epicure girl. I should have tossed in a Scentsy consultant in there too and really created some fireworks.
Let the BATTLE begin. At least this party should be nothing short of entertaining. Perhaps i'll invest in a ring or boxing gloves..
Before I go I wanted to share some of my favorite quotes off of pinterest. Some are unusually small and some are unusually big, but hey, I'm lazy.