lemon scented and fresh faced.

I woke up again this morning to work out.

And I met up again with laser-spin-man, for another virtual spinning class led by television screen.

This particular segment was much better, although I still heard the word supple more times than I care to.

I care to hear it zero times, in case you’re wondering.

Upon my return home, I set to the task of getting ready for work.

This is a task that I have trouble focusing on.

While getting ready to tame my hair into some kind of ponytail, I realized my makeup was spilled all over my dresser, so I headed to the kitchen to grab the Pledge and some paper towels.

I wiped up the offending mess, set down the Pledge, and then picked up the dry shampoo to assault my hair with.

Except it wasn’t the dry shampoo I picked up.

Yes, I tried to dust my hair this morning.

Luckily I was able to toss it out of my hands and duck at the same time, thus keeping my hair from being wood-cleaned and lemon-scented.

It must be the fact that I’m about to turn 28- although this is not a comforting fact. I was born with a limited supply of focus- draining it at this pace is really no good.

And with that, I’m going to try and get out of here without doing something else ridiculous.

Yeah, I don’t believe me either.

 

 

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1 Comment

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One response to “lemon scented and fresh faced.

  1. Emily

    “This particular segment was much better, although I still heard the word supple more times than I care to.

    I care to hear it zero times, in case you’re wondering.”

    Amen, sister.

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