Because some women don't care about shoes, shopping, wine, cooking, cupcake fads, home decorating, the color pink or going with the flow. Not that those women aren't wonderful, I just refuse to pretend to be one.
That I haven't written here for a while now. I've been busy, people.
That I can't wait to put away my Christmas crap. The house feels too cluttered.
That today, on day 45 of P90X, I'm getting sick of it. But will keep going anyway.
That I don't feel very good today (sore throat mostly), but still came to work. And by 'came to work', I mean rolled out of bed and walked across the hall to my "office" to sign online. And yes, it's a REAL job, thankyouverymuch.
That I've eaten at restaurants more in the past couple weeks than I normally do, well, ever. It's delicious, but expensive. Dilemmas, dilemmas.
That I already have a LONG list of things I want to spend my Christmas cashola on next year. And by 'next year' I mean in about 3 or 4 days.
That I don't want to shower today. Or ever again maybe. Wait, what?
That some blogs I 'follow' are people I would NEVER be friends with in real life. This makes me want to punch myself in the throat and delete them. Maybe I shall. But they have such good tips on crafts and shoes... eww listen to me! DELETE!