All right chickens, it’s Tuesday, which means we’re getting somewhere.
Which means that unlike last night, I will not spend the evening watching horrible reality television on the couch.
That’s not good for your brain, JW tells me.
I think he’s probably right.
I woke up this morning and headed to the Y, where I pounded out 4 miles, which were, regrettably, not my best effort.
Not my worst either though, so I’ll take what I can get before seven in the morning.
Not even Sheryl Crow could save me this morning, which means I was doomed from the beginning.
Up tonight post cubicle is (hopefully my last) wedding dress fitting.
Which means that I will act like a spaz, sweat all over the dressing room, and nod at what the seamstress says to me as I try to get into the eighteen layers of organza, even though I can’t understand one single thing she’s saying.
Being a bride is so elegant, let me tell you.
In any case, I’m excited for it to be packed up and shipped off to Michigan- that dress is going places.
And so am I- public transportation calls to me- catch you chicks later!