- I slept through my alarm. Had to be Uptown by 6:45. I woke up 6:38 and still made it Uptown by 7:00. BOO YA!
- The girl inside of me spoke up and said, “Oh! Let’s by this issue of Vogue!” I didn’t. But I did think about it.
- I cried when I looked at my eyebrows. Don’t ask.
- While cleaning out my icebox I found a 1/4 of a bottle of wine. I sang Brass Monkey as I polished it off.
- I wondered if I could pull off fishnets.
- My mom laughed at me and my hair…AGAIN. (This deserves a Lexy.)
- Decided that my waist should really be smaller than my television.
- Cried. Twice. Before noon.
- I did ten push ups. Not in a row, silly! But ten none the less.
- Went on a hunt for flavor syrups. Damn you Spec’s, Whole Foods, Krogers etc.
- Google some Westside Connection lyrics.
- Thought about Curvy Jones when I passed the Texas Toast at the Kroger’s
- Went to bed with a smile on my face and just oh so thankful.
How was your day?
I love that you thought of me!
And now I have Brass Monkey in my head. Considering the only words I know to that song are ‘brass monkey, that funky monkey’, this is an irritant.
But yay for a good day!
I could go for some Texas toast.
I’m not awake. My dad took 84 diapers to the day care. A jail-averse baby daddy put a down payment on a boatload of back child support, meaning I didn’t have to skip lunch again today. It’s a good day, thanks for asking.
You make me smile. Little tears are good, I hate when they take up a whole day!