The Lifetime Addicts Anonymous Club (Lisa, Cortney, Kelsey) wreaked havoc on Saturday night. Which mainly involved martinis, a quick spy-tacular getaway, a tequila bar and a cheeseless pizza. Intrigued?
This Thursday is the going away party for Cathy, my partner in crime. She’s moving to Madrid. Indefinitely. And I will be devastatingly sad without her around. But, she is providing a fabulous excuse for a little Spanish getaway this Spring.
I just ate a cinnamon roll. It was delicious. And probably 5,627 calories. Good thing I’m not working out tonight.
Why does the cord to my earbuds get so tangled? They can be totally untangled when I leave for the gym and take five minutes to untangle upon gym arrival. This is a seriously annoying issue that I don’t know how to fix.
I burned my forehead on my curling iron this morning. Red lines across the front of your face are decidedly not sexy. Neither is spilling your scaldingly hot tea down the front of your shirt. The same day. What IS sexy, you ask? Neutral V-neck boyfriend tee’s with a brightly colored pashmina around your neck. Well, those and the Minnesota Wild roster. HOTT.
Unfortunately (fortunately?), we have not run into Guantananamo since last week’s incident. Which means we have been talking while working out without criticism for the last week. And what is it that is so important to discuss during our forty minute stair climber exercises? World peace. And shoes.
Oh I HATE burning myself with my curling iron! I once got my neck bad and everyone thought I had a hickey. Not fun at all.
Definitely not fun. I should not be allowed to use a curling iron- I look like I have three lines of sunburn across my forehead :-/
Ugh – I hate it when I burn myself, too! It’s the worst feeling…and definitely not a good look, haha.