My husband fought an alligator...

or maybe it's a crocodile.  I don't really know how to tell the difference.  Maybe you can.  I think he's losing.

So these are the kind of shenanigans that my husband is partaking in during bike week in Daytona.  What a goof.  I really miss him and was more than jealous when he told me that it was 85 degrees there today!  He better bring back some of that warmth with him. 

On the homefront, my daughter tried out for her middle school volleyball team and found out today she didn't make it.  I picked her up from the tryouts and, to her credit, she didn't start crying until she got in the car.  I felt so bad for her, but I told her how proud I was that she tried.   It was nice that the coach let the girls who didn't make it down fairly easy - she told them that she hadn't made her 7th grade team, but went on to make her 8th grade team and her high school team.  My daughter has never done anything with volleyball besides in her normal gym class, so I am going to look for some volleyball summer camps to improve her skills.  I wish hubby had been here to give her a hug.  He did call, but of course it's not the same.  However, it could have been worse.  I'll take rejection over stitches (see Read's post here) any day. 

I had mentioned that I was putting off scheduling an appointment with my surgeon because I hadn't lost weight.  Well I have one scheduled, but couldn't get it until April 6th.  I'm not really that concerned about it.  Even though I'm not in a green zone, I do feel some restriction.  I'm hoping exercise will help move the scale.  Angie, Read, Linda and I have all made personal goals as to where we want to be by the time we go to New York for the BOOBS brunch on March 20th.  Here's hoping I finally get out of the 240s. 

Happy hump day.  :)