The most annoying side effect of excessive exercising is the extra energy one experiences.

In the last week alone I went to one garage sale with a preschooler in tow.

The end. I was sweating bullets and crying Mercy! even before we reached the apron of the driveway.  Nevertheless, and so typical of my life, it sparked a series of fortunate events that silenced my new found abundance of energy.  For the time being.

It all started when she saw the Littlest Pet Shop toys and I saw a framed photo at the garage sale.  One week later I had three-thousand-five-hundred-eighty-nine dollars worth of toys categorized and priced to sell, an ad in the local paper for a garage sale, an organized basement that no longer resembled a day care center and a photo order placed printing out eighteen months of memories to be framed. While the Feenster did a lot of this, the older two were doing that, and I did this...

organized my house.  Starting with the basement up and ended at photos.  I took old photos out of frames and replaced with new ones.  Photos years old, back when Miley Cyrus was still deemed innocent and Glenn Beck was still sane.

I worked my magic and paired a new generation of stiletto loving girls with an ancient generation of Lithuanian soldiers, on my husband's side.

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon this spectacular most awesome J.C.Penny professional picture (that was sent to just about everyone on our American Online contact list in 1999 through the USPS mail announcing our engagement and introducing the fad of thin eyebrows, I was always the trend setter, ahem) when switching out photos.  It was in an old frame underneath two photos as a result of my past laziness.

Behold.

Please sit down.

I introduce to you, OHmommy and future-husband-to-be circa 1999.

I have no words.

Like fine wine, dear friends.  Like fine wine...

Theend.

Let's hope (for my children's future when their friends find my blog and laugh about our super awesome classy engagement photo "Haha, your mom was so hot!") I take a vacation from exercising this week because when I was on my hands and knees feverishly cleaning our master bathroom alleviating some energy today I found a roll of un-developed film marked "Pauline's 21st Birthday Bash."  And well, you know...  I haven't even started on the crawl space storage unit - who knows what I will find there.