I've been so busy at work that I've gone temporarily insane. Or perhaps there is something in the water. Or there's been an alien invasion and I've been taken over by a pod person. Yes, that has to be it. Nothing else could reasonably explain the acts I committed during my shopping excursion yesterday.
I, Sassy Danger Pants (yes, Danger is my middle name), self-professed hater of all things Croc, purchased a pair. I know. What could have possessed me? Well, you know how my Mom likes to rant? Sometimes those rants aren't negative, they're more like QVC salespitches. I think she wore me down. Plus, Crocs now makes a shoe that is much less like wearing wooden shoes. I bought the Mary Jane version. And yes they are comfortable and all the things they are purported to be. Ok, Mom, are you happy now? Sheesh.
The other senseless act of purchasing I committed was in the bathing suit realm. That's never a fun trip no matter how you slice it. Somehow, someway (I believe it was through subliminal mesages in the Musak) I left the store with a bikini. A bikini! What? Am I kidding me? Mind you, it's not a string bikini, and it's somewhat sporty but it sure as hell ain't a one piece, or even a tankini. People, I haven't worn a bikini since I was 5. I'm not sure it's a good time to retry the look.
Does anyone know how to lose 30 pounds in the one week I have until my vacation?
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go jog to Vancouver and back. That'll burn a couple pounds I think.
I, Sassy Danger Pants (yes, Danger is my middle name), self-professed hater of all things Croc, purchased a pair. I know. What could have possessed me? Well, you know how my Mom likes to rant? Sometimes those rants aren't negative, they're more like QVC salespitches. I think she wore me down. Plus, Crocs now makes a shoe that is much less like wearing wooden shoes. I bought the Mary Jane version. And yes they are comfortable and all the things they are purported to be. Ok, Mom, are you happy now? Sheesh.
The other senseless act of purchasing I committed was in the bathing suit realm. That's never a fun trip no matter how you slice it. Somehow, someway (I believe it was through subliminal mesages in the Musak) I left the store with a bikini. A bikini! What? Am I kidding me? Mind you, it's not a string bikini, and it's somewhat sporty but it sure as hell ain't a one piece, or even a tankini. People, I haven't worn a bikini since I was 5. I'm not sure it's a good time to retry the look.
Does anyone know how to lose 30 pounds in the one week I have until my vacation?
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go jog to Vancouver and back. That'll burn a couple pounds I think.
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