Angels and a Basset

My morning started out with a 10 mile run, 500 crunches, 200 lunges...haha, who am I kidding...I barely rolled out of bed this morning, opted for the top-knot hairstyle instead of washing it(I know, LAZY) and I threw a hissy fit like a five year old in the middle of my closet. I swear my dogs looked at me like I was crazy. I could not find anything at all to wear, nothing fit right, I think the scale in the bathroom this morning lied to me...it wants me to think I weigh that much.

Stupid lying scale.

I blame all of this on the Victoria Secret fashion show...of course, I don't blame it on the sweets I ate over Thanksgiving or the amazingly delicious Caramel Brulee coffee I had at Starbucks yesterday.

It's all their fault.

I would also like to note...and Santa, if you are listening, I would like to have a rock star boyfriend for Christmas...please and thank you.

(actually, Santa, a non-rocker guy would be ok too)

Seriously, how cute is Adam Levine and his VS angel girlfriend. So sweet!

I really have to get serious and in to the gym after watching that show. I saved it on my DVR...you know for days I like to have pity parties...much like the one I had this morning.

On a totally different note. I am fighting probably a losing battle with a certain Basset hound. Every single time...and I mean every single time I get off my love seat..this dog, who will be laying on her bed in the floor, will no doubt move at like lightening speed and take my spot.

(said couch in question)

Every. Single. Time.

Somehow I am going to have to video tape this or something to show y'all. She could be in another room and I swear she knows the exact moment I get up to walk away.

And moving her from my spot...it's not easy. Have you ever tried to move a slightly overweight Basset hound? It doesn't happen.

 Why I don't opt to sit on the the other perfectly good sofa...beats the heck out of me.