It's 9 o'clock at night and Freddie is sitting in the dining room working on a presentation he has next week. I figured this would also be a good time for me to get some "work" done. Work in this sentence means nail painting, blog reading, blog "what do I post?" wondering, and Gilmore Girl watching. My work is very important--my newly painted nails would agree.
Oh fiddlesticks, I forgot to add the whole Valentine candy eating thing up there. I'm also doing that. So...the more you know and all that.
And since knowing more is all that I figured I would give you a quick rundown on what is going on in my brain right this second (and this second, and this second, and this second...).
First of all, has anyone been stalking Kayla Itsines bikini body program. Because I have and holy bikini bodies, I'm amazed. Whenever I have a free second I scroll through her Instagram and tell myself that there's no way I would look like that if I did her program. Then I read all these reviews and testimonials and suddenly I'm sold. She could literally be selling me something illegal and I'd take it because that's how convinced I am right now that my body is going to look like this in 12 weeks.
...so let me be delusional and I'll let you go stalk her account and also fall into the magic spell.
I'm also convinced that I could look like that if I was just in Australia so I should probably find some $$ to make that happen.
Today I wore a leotard that I found at the bottom of my Mary Poppins tub of leotards. It was somewhere between the lamp and the umbrella. Anyways, this leotard fit in every way but one. One not so good way. One not so good way that resulted in said leotard sliding down to my belly button. One day I'll have a nice set of nunga nungas to help hold up leotards, but for today I had to cut out the pinch in the front of the leotard just so I didn't scar any children <---there's your daily dose of TMI mixed with IDCE (I don't care, Emily).
Last Friday we discussed the great mystery of how my hallway accumulates so much dust and hair. Life update: During my Thursday sweeping routine this week it was the same story. Hair and dust everywhere. Hashtag: still confused (IDCE!!).
And finally I'll close with this:
This is my life, Monday-Friday, and I don't care who knows it. Some days I come home and collapse on the party couch and say, I just want someone to listen to me. Just listen and do. That's all I ask.
And now it's 9:36 which means I just spent entirely too long writing about absolutely nothing. The Lorelai's are waiting on me so Skellie Emily is over and out.