Before my shower (but after boot camp):
After my shower:
If I lose my phone, whoever finds it will be able to identify me by my zillions of lobby mirror shots. I take pictures of most of my outfits because I am VAIN VAIN VAIN. Know your name.
This particular one makes me way to cry a little tear because there was a stain on that blouse that the dry cleaner couldn't get out so I figured I'd attack it with bleach because otherwise it was definitely a lost cause. I thought I had been successful and was ALL excited to wear my favorite summery blouse for the first time this season and then I got in the car and realized that not only was the stain still there, but the entire area that I'd spot-treated with bleach was now yellow. Awesome. It was so bad I couldn't even pretend that it wasn't there so I had to go back upstairs and put on a shirt I'm less in love with.
I'm on a mint julep kick these days. That there mug is 50% of a set I bought with Daniel one day when we were cruising the Catholic Charities shop in downtown Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlingame, I think it was. They're engraved with Norm and Marv's names on them and the date -- 7/14/73, I think.
We think it was the day they won their bowling tourament. Must have been.
Also seen here:
Now it's time for me to go to a meeting where people ask me questions about things I'm surprised they think I have any authority on. I do and all, but in my head I'm 15 years old and I'm totally faking it.
And later? My first time back at a Weight Watchers meeting in over a year. Oh dear.