Abby and I were going to go on a run. We had every intention of coming home from class and work and hitting the pavement, but then we got home. We were hungry and tired. Oh and then this happened
We said forget it, opened a bottle of wine, picked up some hard cider, and sliced some Wisconsin cheddar. Oh yeah, and I put on my favorite pair of sweatpants. I think I have a hot date with my DVR tonight. Good intentions have to mean something, right?