All right, chickens.
We’ve hit dead center of the work week.
I’m feeling good about powering through the middle of it.
I admit, however, that the run I’d scheduled last night was postponed in lieu of a new blazer from the Gap, a glass (or three) of wine, and a settling down to lay my eyes on the RNC.
Yes, I know it only makes me mad.
But I can’t look away.
In the spirit of trying not to get into it too much at such an early hour, in such a lovely venue, I will only say this:
No First Lady could be cooler than Michelle Obama.
I’m glad we had a chance to clear that up, just in case you were wondering.
Up today, I finally.will.go.to.the.gym.and.run (I promise. It’s in writing, you can all see it), and as a reward, I will take my recently acquired giftcard straight to Lululemon, the athletic retailer under whose spell I’ve fallen.
I know it is silly to pay $52 for a tank top. Actually, it’s probably more than silly, it’s probably outrageous.
I just want you guys to know I know.
And to please forgive me, because I’m 100% planning on doing it anyway.
Technically, that one’s less than $50…
After my Monday yoga class, in which for some unknown reason I chose to throw on a cotton tank top, and was punished for this action by being dragged down by a 10lb soaking wet shirt, I decided it was time to take action.
With overpriced, brightly colored workout clothes.
Please keep in mind my giftcard, which I’m hoping makes this shopping a trip just a little more justified.
Otherwise, I’m ready to take the flack.
And maybe go back to my Target fleet of t-shirts.
I’ll report back.
Enjoy the day, chickadees!