This week I got my 40 hours in by 4:45pm yesterday [Thursday]. So I boldly decided to call it a week. I blessedly slept until 8. Stayed in my pajamas until 12:20pm. Snuggled my pit bull. Decided to try again to like Mad Men, still not sure if there's a plot. Seriously though, is January Jones not just the classiest?
Then I met my friend, shopped. Targeted. [have I not mentioned that I looooove target?] Bought starburst jellies and tequila and then spent the afternoon painting our nails, drinking margaritas, eating chips and queso and learning the Wop Dance. I'm good. Especially in my bombass wedge retro metallic tennis shoes from Target. They haven't come off my feet yet. I might sleep in them.
Tomorrow we are participating in "The Gaelic Gallop" which is a 2 mile fun run. When I informed my mother of this she said, "those two words don't belong in the same sentence." I agreed, countered with the weak argument, "but wouldn't it be cool to finally be athletic?..." Anyways, it's a good reason to buy a new pair of running pants according to husbands. And new workout clothes are the reason that I wake up each day. That and cereal. Which I polished off this morning. The roof of my mouth will never recover.
Also I almost got a huge rabbit named Maude today. But then I didn't. It would have been the coolest to have a rabbit named Maude. And she was litter box trained, which is terribly convenient.
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