I rolled out of bed at 7:30 am (not even hitting the snooze button once!), threw on my gym clothes, sprayed my short, bed head hair into submission with my large can of hairspray, grabbed my keys and water bottle and headed to the gym.
After two hours of self-inflicted physical torture, I threw in the towel (because the gym frowns on me when I take their towels home) and ran home for a hot shower.
Day off equals no to makeup and yes to glasses, so getting ready for the real part of my day wasn't a problem. I had a lunch date with my sis before I headed home again to give my car a bath. Today was a beautiful sunny day, so I pulled my car into a perfect little sunny spot for my pale skin to soak up the warm rays. I liberally applied my sunscreen before getting to work.
I guess you are supposed to put your sunscreen on about twenty minutes before you go out in the sun, but I'm not that good at following instructions, so I rubbed down my arms with the slimy white stuff right before I walked out the door to my awaiting sunburn.
Yep, I know it's coming. This white skin of mine doesn't tan with exposure to the sun, it only burns. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I followed the directions on the bottle of sunscreen, but who does that anyways?! Kids, please don't do this at home.
Unless you enjoy living life looking like a lobster.
I love washing my car! I actually washed it, rinsed the soap off, and then washed it again. I told myself that I was spending some good quality time with my car, and that made it okay. She tends to feel neglected if I don't put a little effort into our relationship.
As I washed my baby with the sponge, I kept telling myself to scrub using more of my less dominant hand, or otherwise I would end up with one bicep the size of King Kong's and the other bicep the size of Tinker Bell's.
Yeah, I'm a wimp. That was strenuous and didn't last long.
It also didn't help that I waxed the car too.
Hello King Kong and Tinker Bell arms...
After my skin reached a level of redness that I was okay with, I had an appointment for a pedicure that someone was kind enough to give me a gift certificate for. I took a quick selfie with my freshly washed and waxed car, and headed out again.
When I got home and was winding down in front of the computer, I got a call from some semi-frantic co-workers who said they broke one of the machines at work.
:(
After contemplating letting them suffer it out on their own, I tried to give some advice on how to fix it. Not being there, it was hard to blindly guide them, so they decided to go over my head for some real advice and called our supervisor.
Who is on vacation.
So thankful it wasn't me making that call.
And that I get to go back to more relaxing things, like finding a shirt with sleeves large enough to fit Baby Kong, as I am now calling my right arm.
the end.
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