I have some confessions to make, my fair internet. I'm not as together as I have been leading you to believe. To wit:
- I haven't vaccuumed in 2 weeks and I have a (neat) stack of dishes on my counter above the dishwasher (which is very close to empty of clean dishes). Dirty carpets and soiled dishes in sight give me the heebie jeebies.
- I have to turn my bath water on with needle nose pliers because the plastic piece broke off of the faucet. Months ago. The maintenance guy would fix it tomorrow but I keep forgetting to call. Oh, and I have dirty dishes and unvaccuumed carpet.
- I discovered after sitting in the training class I am attending for at least 20 minutes that I had neglected to zip up my pants. Buttoned, yes. Zipped, nope. Floral Victoria's Secret chonies, oh yeah. Loud "vrrrrippp" of my rectifying that sitution, for sure. No, that did not draw any attention at all. Of course not!
- I didn't get to run between work and book club last Thursday as planned because I packed everything except for shorts. That is almost as bad as forgetting my sports bra the week before. I went ahead and ran in my regular bra instead. Not only did I treat the Sac State football team to my almost black eye inducing bouncing boobie show, but I also treated my coach to a view of my arreolas, right through my apparently far too thin regular bra and technical top.
- I think I ingested at least 4 gnats while I was running tonight. No, I didn't do anything stupid besides continuing to breathe. Swarms of little fuckers apparently have a death wish!
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