Dear Diary,
Here are the events of my day so far:
Woke up (hooray!)
Was lucky enough to have Marina sleep in a little late so I could take a much needed shower. In the bathroom, I found Fat Linda (obese cat) in the tub. I quietly ordered her to move; she didn't. In a move of perverse cruelty, I closed the shower curtain all the way and turned on the bath. When she still didn't move, I turned on the shower and watched her freak out. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, since she woke me up this morning by piercing my back with her claws.
Went to the grocery store with the kiddos. Bought a doughnut, even though I'm on a "diet".
Finally decided to get dressed (after I had been out in public in my pajamas - paint splattered capri sweats, not a nightie). Put on a pair of newly washed jeans that literally caused me to sweat from the straining effort.
Tried to apply make-up that was completely useless on my still-sweaty face. Air dried hair + humidity = completely disastrous hair with no hope.
Torturing myself for the rest of the day in these jeans that are quite unflattering to my midsection.
Sitting back and listening to the sweet sounds of my kids giggling with each other. I'd giggle with them, but these tight jeans don't allow for much oxygen...
Until next time, diary. Stay cool.
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