Monday, June 28, 2010
Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down
If you can name that tune without the assistance of a web browser, I will award you eleventy billion dollars. In pennies. And nickels. Before you even begin to ponder how on God's green earth a 26 year-old can accurately name a song from a mere 12 years prior to her entry into this world, I would suggest that you don't know what it's like to be the youngest employee in your workplace. You know, by TWENTY years. I know all sorts of things that are completely ridiculous based upon the fact that none of my fellow employees are an age that begins with the number 2 or 3. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Because there isn't.
But enough about Karen Carpenter. I want to talk about me instead, because that's what I do. You could say that's how I roll. Realistically, I spent my three day weekend doing...well, nothing. Nothing at all. I watched TV, (Say Yes to the Dress marathon on TLC? Yes please!) played on my husband's new laptop, worked out and drank some gins with tonics. It was delightful, really. I even faked a sinus headache to get out of running a 5K, just because I thought it might throw my uneventful weekend out of orbit. The majority of my weekends are typically jam-packed with crazy activities, so I really enjoy the opportunity to spend an entire weekend looking like a complete bra-less, sweat pants-y, mess. Hot mess, even. But when you have insane hair, it's harder to NOT look like you just stepped off the Last Crazy Train to Clarksville than it is to rock the "natural" look. I am totally rocking the late 60's/early 70's song references today. Are you as excited about this as I am? Because I am really excited.
So, it's back into the groove of looking civilized and accomplishing to-do list items today. Talk about boring. I mean, I already drank two thermoses of coffee and am dry, just recently, from the cats and dogs pouring from the sky this morning. Oh, and I'm actually wearing makeup. Equally exciting.
Posted by Emily at 6:57 AM