So today was GOING to be my mental health day, I don't have any deadlines in the near future, I've been in early pretty much every day for the last two weeks taking care of business like Ms. Aretha taught us to do. Honestly though, it doesn't behoove me to call in sick, I just came in all types of late, it is now 9:45 and I've been at my desk for maybe 3 minutes, glory thy name is sleep.
I spent most of last evening at the gym working out stress through the wonders of pilates and weight machines, which, btw I must look so ridiculous using and I'm pretty sure that when I'm doing any of the machines my face scrunches up and I look like I'm a constipated gerbil or something, and I wonder why I don't get picked up at the gym more....
Also apparently last night there was a memo that every 'mo in NoVa was to converge on the Teets at Pentagon Row, now me showing up in workout shorts and a t-shirt that has so many holes in it Axel Rose probably wouldn't wear it, undeniably sweet. Especially since on my shopping list was, wine, peanut butter, and snickers bars, made my whole persona that much cooler... ha ha ha.
Bonding time with SH1 was had and enjoyed, I then had a martha stewart moment and retired to my room to iron and fold and such and so forth. Put on Saved, looooove that movie, and then called dudley and we had some bonding time downeast sistah style.
For some reason I'm all bajiggity over my date tonight with Contestant #1. I think it's probs because he's cooking me dinner at his condo which seems a lot more intimate than say, dinner at the four seasons which I enjoy if anyones asking :). Seeing as how he lived in italy for a while and is of the mo persuasion, I'm excited to see what he brings to the table..... watch it be chef boyardees and momma celeste, which have their place but not really date food. Lets see how my powers of seduction fair against senor beck this evening ;).