Conversation last night went something like this:
Me: Do you think Karen Carpenter had arthritis?
The Mr: Umm ... no, she had an eating disorder.
Me: I know. It's just that she sang about how rainy days (and Mondays) always got her down. I guess she wasn't being literal.
Rainy days. Sigh. This weather. Not good for my "bones." And just my body in general. I have a feeling it's going to be one of "those weeks."
Last night the Mr. and I were talking about our future and where we'll end up. We would really love to stay in our beautiful state - with the mountains and our friends and family. But we may end up moving somewhere warm and where the weather is more stable just because it would help my health so much. Do you think that's why so many old people live in Arizona??
Now I'll leave you with these parting words ... "Laying around. Nothing to do but frown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me doooowwwwnnnn." (Oh, and for the record, I'm not frowning. But I am laying around since it's a rainy Monday.)
