I started the day with peanut butter and bacon (Really. You need to try this. It will change your life) on the last of my homemade bread. I did two loads of laundry before 9:30 AM.
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Then I watched Dear John on Pay Per View and freaking cried. And at the end all I could think is that I still don't know why Nicholas Sparks is a bestselling author and friends of mine are not.
But I guess his stories serve a purpose. See also: A Walk to Remember featuring Mandy Moore and that kid who played Eli on Once and Again.
I L-O-V-E Once and Again. You know what? I could have watched that. I have it on DVD.
Then I went on a 6 mile walk.
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Then I had a hot dog and french fries and a pickle.
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Then I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned.
Then to celebrate finishing cleaning I had a glass of (slightly spiked) Crystal Light - 'cause I'm classy like that.
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Then I ate a mini meatball hero.
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Then I took a picture of my shoes for Jocie. They sort of look like cork - but they are not.
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There's a story here actually. I bought these shoes about 3 years ago. I was kind of unhappy at work (truth be told - I was unhappy EVERYWHERE) and was going on an interview. I could not fit into any of my suits so I bought this three piece brown jersey monstrosity from Chadwicks. To make myself feel better I bought these shoes to go with it.
The jersey suit went back, I didn't get the job (which is a blessing - it wouldn't have fixed anything) but the shoes stayed.
And now I have a super cute khaki dress from H&M that I plan to wear with them.
I have an 8 AM conference call so I'm off to bed soon. Have a lovely night and I'll see you tomorrow.
I had peanut butter and bacon yesterday too! We must be sisters or something.
ReplyDeleteWe must be. Except we look nothing alike.
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