I use the word "dude" a lot in the conversations inside my head. I wouldn't dare speak that word aloud. I'm nearly 36 for cripesake. But apparently there's a 17-year-old boy stuck in 1988 living in my head and punctuating my sentences with it.
I can't carry a tune but that doesn't stop me from singing to Delaney at bedtime each night. For whatever reason she loves it. So yes, I take full responsibility for my daughter's future bad taste in music.
I'm getting up at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow to go to the gym. My plan is to start working 30 minutes of cardio, five times a week into my schedule by getting it done first thing in the morning. Am I confident that I'll make it 5 days in a row? Hell no. Does that mean I'm doomed to fail already? Probably.