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valancystirlingOh, the life of a housewife!
Such fun. I've accomplished much today, not the least of which was making myself sick off the chocolate cake we picked up yesterday. Ugh. Sometimes I have a lot of self-control, and sometimes I just don't. Like, profoundly don't. I would like to think it balances out, but then I see my fat ass and realise I might be a little off somewhere. Might want to think about that.
So. Got a couple of loads of laundry done, a lot of filing and organizing (tomorrow I will buy a massive filing cabinet and get things organized once and for all. I anticipate making such fascinating file tabs as "Miscellaneous," "Miscellaneous 2," "Stuff to Look at Later" and "Stuff to Have Jake Look at in Six Months When He Gets Around to It."), and went through 6 days of newspapers that I have not bothered to read. Note to self: Stop by recycle center soon. Out of all that wealth of information, the only thing I bothered to cut out for later perusal (aside from the numerous coupons I frequently cut out and never use) is this little article with tips for winter driving.
I have yoga class tonight. I am in desperate need of stretching. Hopefully my back will be more relaxed later tonight.
I haven't touched my knitting in TWO DAYS. Oh, the horror.
And I forgot to mention this when it happened, but I'm over it now so I will share. A couple of weeks ago Jake and I were at the mall supposedly looking for winter attire, and we passed by one of those typical trendy shoe stores you find in malls. You know the kind, with the high-heeled Converse and Strawberry Shortcake t-shirts on the wall. Anyway, I popped in for a sec just to look at a pair of boots that caught my eye, and as I walked out, the obnoxious pierced guy "working" there called out to me, What, are our shoes too scary for you?
I about died. I wanted to go back inside and strangle him with a pair of I <3 Justin shoelaces. Am I so matronly already? Do I look 80? WTF? I was too shocked to even send back my usual snide retort, and probably only managed a childishly defiant...Nooo!
Whatever. So I'm officially old and washed up. A real has been. Might as well go buy some Keds and a minivan.
Such fun. I've accomplished much today, not the least of which was making myself sick off the chocolate cake we picked up yesterday. Ugh. Sometimes I have a lot of self-control, and sometimes I just don't. Like, profoundly don't. I would like to think it balances out, but then I see my fat ass and realise I might be a little off somewhere. Might want to think about that.
So. Got a couple of loads of laundry done, a lot of filing and organizing (tomorrow I will buy a massive filing cabinet and get things organized once and for all. I anticipate making such fascinating file tabs as "Miscellaneous," "Miscellaneous 2," "Stuff to Look at Later" and "Stuff to Have Jake Look at in Six Months When He Gets Around to It."), and went through 6 days of newspapers that I have not bothered to read. Note to self: Stop by recycle center soon. Out of all that wealth of information, the only thing I bothered to cut out for later perusal (aside from the numerous coupons I frequently cut out and never use) is this little article with tips for winter driving.
I have yoga class tonight. I am in desperate need of stretching. Hopefully my back will be more relaxed later tonight.
I haven't touched my knitting in TWO DAYS. Oh, the horror.
And I forgot to mention this when it happened, but I'm over it now so I will share. A couple of weeks ago Jake and I were at the mall supposedly looking for winter attire, and we passed by one of those typical trendy shoe stores you find in malls. You know the kind, with the high-heeled Converse and Strawberry Shortcake t-shirts on the wall. Anyway, I popped in for a sec just to look at a pair of boots that caught my eye, and as I walked out, the obnoxious pierced guy "working" there called out to me, What, are our shoes too scary for you?
I about died. I wanted to go back inside and strangle him with a pair of I <3 Justin shoelaces. Am I so matronly already? Do I look 80? WTF? I was too shocked to even send back my usual snide retort, and probably only managed a childishly defiant...Nooo!
Whatever. So I'm officially old and washed up. A real has been. Might as well go buy some Keds and a minivan.
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