I was not allowed to pursue him.

Someone totally should have told my sister this. She never went after anyone I seriously dated but she definitely went after (and out with) people I'd dated casually and had slept with which always felt a little skeevy. Like she never even once thought she shouldn't just go out with my exes.

But I have my earbuds and my boarding pass and I think enough to read. I'm good.

My sister can go after anyone I've been with. I will give her permission and appropriate caveats. I don't mind. I can go with her last boyfriend, and with her hoped next hookup. but not the guy from 9 years ago she might recheck. He's totally off limits. I see how that is. I totally dig that.

I am dizzy. A piece of bread with jam, and then to bed.

Yay for onerosity completion! Yay for being ready to fly away!

Amy, I think I might like to try yoga for the first time, probably after I drop another 100 pounds or so. I've always been really flexible, even at 400 pounds, and I'd like to retain that as I get older and thinner. I've still got a big roll of fat on the front of my calves right below my knees that make it painful to kneel (the fat hurts like hell to put pressure on), so I have to wait until they go away.

My mom is going to be having foot surgery in April, and I'm going to do my best to get out there and take care of her for that first week. This will be my first time flying since that really nasty flight I had about three years ago, when the elderly doctor sitting next to me poked me in the stomach and asked how much I weighed, so I'm hoping this one will be both more comfortable physically and less stressful emotionally.

when the elderly doctor sitting next to me poked me in the stomach and asked how much I weighed

OMG, THAT WAS NOT OKAY. I'm horrified by what people consider acceptable behavior.

For onerous tasks, um. I closed a bunch of open tickets that have been dogging me at work. I bought stamps. I went to Walgreens for stuff I've been meaning to get all week. That's about it.

Acccckkkkk. New onerous task - finding my debit card. The one I just got after that fraud charge. Not in my wallet, purse, back pocket of my jeans, or any jackets. Those are my typical hiding places. Last time I remember using it was Sunday at the store. Blast. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I did not know it was onerous task day. However , since I am spending this week getting ready to attempt training for the 3 day walk for breast cancer, I consider that my major onerous task for the week

Good on you, beth!

It's time for onerous sleep time. Not that sleep is bad, just the getting there.

Wait, you're supposed to converse with your siblings and have a discussion before you sleep with their exes? Huh.

(Taking the fifth now.)

I graded. It was onerous. Then I stretched, which was lovely, but now I'm too out of it to grade any more. It's going to be an ugly weekend.

I can't imagine asking any of my siblings about sleeping with one of their exes. There's not a one of them that'd be worth the awkward conversation.