Since I have a special post for you lovely gals tomorrow, I thought I’d go ahead and put up the Confessional Friday (or in this case, Confessional Thursday.)
Here are my very deep and complex thoughts for this week:
1. I’m one month without Starbucks as of today! I never in eleventy thousand years thought this would happen. My waistline has never been so happy. And trim.
2 2. Not that this is new, but I’ve found myself once again making lists and putting things on them that I’ve already done, just so that I can cross the items off. I’m pretty sure this would fall under the umbrella of OCD.
3 3. Stephen threw his back out doing squats in the gym this week. I have semi-enjoyed taking care of him and babying him : ) But don’t tell him that. He’ll go and injure himself again.
4 4. I am BEYOND thrilled with my new skirt, pants and top from Victoria’s Secret, all of which are perfect for wearing to work. Many of you may remember that the previous items I ordered didn’t fit. As in, couldn’t have fit if the best tailor in the world had taken a crack at them.
Well, this batch of goodies not only fit, but also fit well. #SucessfulShopping
4 5. The NWA Supper Club thing that I devised is stressing me out. It’s kind of becoming Pen Pal version 2.0.
a) Out of 25 people, barely anyone can meet on the same night. Which is totally not anyone’s fault, it’s just frustrating for my Type-A, perfectionist nature. In my mind, everyone was going to send in their little questionnaires with the exact same dates marked.
Things always go much more smoothly in my head, you see.
b) Then there were special dietary requests, which is totally fine and I can certainly accommodate that, but MY LANDS, this has gotten complicated. And now I’m terrified that my selecting the wrong restaurant could send someone into an allergic reaction.
c) Then, I got an email from someone asking if another girl had asked to join the Supper Club and, if so, then she herself could not participate. Apparently they have some kind of beef. And I’m not talking about hamburger, y’all.
Stephen just laughs and shakes his head and says, “You do it to yourself.” My reply: “I just wanted to have dinner with some people!” Maybe we could all just have a Skype dinner together. I’ll take my MacBook to P.F. Chang’s and we’ll “virtually eat”. That won’t be weird or awkward at all.
5 6. I had a lady recognize me from the blog in Walgreen’s the other day as “the little southern blonde girl that writes about hair poofing!”
Made. My. Day.
7. If I have to be known as any three things Southern, Blonde and Hair Poofer are three really solid things to be known for, in my opinion.
8. I got caught up in a roundabout this week and went round and round three whole times before I could figure out how to get out of the stupid thing. Whoever designed this head-scratcher of a maze was clearly insane.
Or maybe just exponentially smarter than me.
Ok, ladies! What’cha got for me?
Be blessed, lovelies-