More boxes than you can shake a stick at

Holy crap, I'm surrounded by boxes. Kim, being the industrious little bee that she is has all our little details, wedding favours, decorations all packed up in boxes and ready to send off to the Ritz in St Thomas for our wedding reception.

I'm amazed how she keeps track of it all - men's minds weren't created for such infinitessimal attention to detail. Good thing she's got it covered I say. I'll be there to provide a finger for the sticky tape or look up shipping costs online, or maybe to write a blurb about it. Useless male, I know, I know.. It's been hot as hell today, so we'll be off for a night ride in a few minutes when it cools down to clear the mind of today's series of frantic episodes at work. Or maybe we'll just stop by Dairy Queen and eat ice cream outside.

Blurrrgh, and I didn't even have time to work out today. I should have got up earlier and got my weights done before getting to work. Shame I pay too much attention to the little voices in my head nagging me about a thousand things that need doing that nobody else is following up on. Want something done properly... I guess I get pissed when I see I'm first in the office and often last out. Ahh screw it, what a baby eh? Should have worked out. Tomorrow sees the next phase of the new routine - 50% max for 40 reps. Fuuuuuuck! If Kim hadn't already won our 10-pound weight loss bet I think I'd be doing more cardio, but I just can't stand it. It's so terminally dull, even with music.

Aha! The boxes are finished. Time to ride, bitch!