They asked me to RSVP

I am bringing some guests....
There's about 45 extra pounds of me. Try as I might, they will not leave. They are demanding they attend.
The whiney butt who lives in my left achilles tendon warned me the other day not to forget he was there. As if after two years I could forget?
I am hoping that he doesn't invite himself, but unfortunately, my bad attitude has heard of the event and lately he wants to go everywhere.
I tried to keep him from conversing with the unwanted pounds and the achilles tendon, but misery loves company.
Guilt got wind of the event and set my alarm clock for early and dark this morning. An unbelievabley cruel joke. I woke up with absolutely no intent of actually going for a run. But damn if I could go back to sleep. Guilt and I are on the outs, but I suspect he'll show up too.
'Course the blonde who lives inside me is coming for sure. She's the one who thought Palo Duro was on Oct. 14th this year and told everyone we couldn't attend. She was wrong.
Finally, please expect to meet the scatter brain who's responsible for the mess in my home, the lack of time to accompish anything, neglecting my doggies, and still feeling overcommitted.

I'm really glad you asked for an RSVP, I'd hate to bring all these unwanted guests and not at least let you know they were coming.

Gotta go sulk.
Antje