so here's my yesterday:
it was GORGEOUS out. 65 degrees, sunny. maybe a little too breezy, but it wasn't snowing, so i'm not going to complain. paul has a tee time with his friends at 10:30am. kate and i are going to do my audits for sunflower, then go shopping. i need some waterproof mascara for hawaii, i still haven't bought a beach bag, i might need a new coverup for my fabulous new bathing suit. kate wants some flip flops and some bella sara trading cards. we're going to have lunch out, maybe at portillo's on the patio.
we jump in the car to go. it doesn't start. battery is dead, dead, dead. i text the darling paul that i need him to come home right after golf because if i can get to the firestone by 4:30, they can fix it. in case you have forgotten, i used to work at a golf course and i know how long it takes to play 18 holes.
we take the stupid dog for a walk which consists of me screaming HEEL for an hour while jerking on lovie's chain. it's a real joy. at one point dog sees a kid she wants to smell and almost knocks me over. i hate that damn dog.
kate is pouty that we aren't shopping. we have no food in the house because it's grocery day. we end up eating a frozen pizza. whee!!
my darling arrives home at 5pm, drunk and sunburned. so very helpful. then after i yell at him, he asks what's for dinner. no, really. he has the nerve to ask what i'm making for dinner. so we get in his car, me driving because he's really drunk. we decide to go to the international house of pancakes for dinner because we both think breakfast sounds like a good idea.
wait. my stomach is cramping up just talking about this.....ouch.
i order the rooty tooty fresh and fruity which consists of 2 eggs (over medium), 4 slices of bacon (kate eats 2 of them), and 2 pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream on top. this to me does not seem like a completely unreasonable meal. sure, i've been avoiding carbs, so the pancakes are a bit much, but eggs aren't all that bad and the bacon has a lot of the fat burnt out of it.....
but no, OH NO, did my body reject the rooty tooty fresh and fruity. i haven't been sick like that in YEARS. the sweating, the cramping. but here's the diet part: I LOST A POUND and a HALF IN JUST ONE EVENING!
AND i became bulimic. while kate and i were pouting over our frozen pizza, i put one of her cookies in my mouth. it was a butter cookie from the polish market across the street. after i put it in my mouth and realized that it was more butter than cookie, i spit it out.....maybe that's not bulimia.
the point is, my bathing suit came in from vic sec and while it's not perfect, it will absolutely do for hawaii. in 24 days, babies!!
4 comments:
Why don't they understand that we totally know how long it takes to play a round? My man has that problem, too. It does NOT take 7 hours - even on the tougher courses.
Why would you even attempt something with fruity & tooty in the title. YOUR FAULT.
Swimsuit season - ick! Which one did you end up with from Vic Sec??
http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=8N-195606&page=1&cgname=OSSWMMIRZZZ&rfnbr=1060
it's a miracle bra....like that bikini i wore in the bahamas.
i don't think that link will work. it's under swim, miracle bra, and it's a tankini with a turquiose and brown patterned top with a high waist brown bottom.
Well, apparently VS is filtered for me as to it being "Provacative Attire". Are you serious?! I can look at photos on msn red carpets that are worse.
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