things are getting baaaaaad around here!
What have I gotten myself into this time?
No, I haven’t fallen down an embankment or set anything on fire. Instead, I accepted a job ghost writing educational documents.
I think I might rather take a tumble down a dusty trail. The pain and embarrassment would be over a lot faster.
But it’s not really that bad. I love to write. And I finally finished the document I have been working on for the past week just before eleven o’clock tonight. I would love to go to bed, but now I need to write my blog. At least I can go to sleep without the weight of that paper over my head.
I quit my job in banking because of all the stress, and now here I am…knee deep in it again. But at least I don’t have to go to an office every day.
I haven’t worn make-up in forever.
But I do need to think about shaving my legs one of these days so I can go get a pedicure. I almost went today, but then I realized how bad they were and I changed my mind. Seriously, my husband laughs at me, but when I have really good dreams and my hairy legs make an uninvited appearance I know it’s time to buy razors. The sad thing is, I probably have a whole package somewhere in this house…still packed in some box. Probably right next to the Tums and my deodorant—the one that’s strong enough for a man, but made for a woman—one more thing I need to put on that shopping list.
Razors and deodorant.
Both should be considered practically life sustaining to the modern woman. Now that winter is drawing to a close I suppose I will have to dig out of my hibernation and come back to the world of women again. I think I’ll even put that on my “to do” list for tomorrow. Unpack all boxes that might contain make-up, razors, and pretty smelling deodorant.
No more Old Spice for me!
And it’s time for a trip to the salon. My hair needs a fresh new cut and a dose of springtime color. Maybe I’ll even join my husband on his new diet and P90X exercise routine.
Yeah…now I’m just talking crazy.
I did give up the Girl Scout cookies after only four boxes. That is remarkable willpower if you ask me.
Until the next time…I’ll be shearing the winter wool for a springtime outlook!