I have half a tank of gas, my car’s oil has been changed recently and I just got the emergency brake fixed, along with the thermostat and the cooling system.
The liquor cabinet is restocked, I fixed my favorite shoes, I ordered more coconut water from Amazon. I paid my motorcycle tabs. (It needs a lot more work than just tabs, but that’s tomorrow’s problem.) Titan has had his yearly bath.
I am not behind at work.
I have properly hydrated myself today.
And I even have a hair appointment scheduled for next week.
Trying to figure out what the heck I’m going to freak out about next!
I own several dresses, but none of them are right for the wedding I’m going to in Houston in a week and a half, and I don’t have shoes, either, OR a purse; and I need a pedicure and my feet are ugly.
Short on Kombucha for the apartment.
Need a radio for the Jeep.
Still haven’t bought window boxes for the apartment.
Nor have I cooked in two months at least, maybe more.
And finally, I haven’t worked out in two months either, and I could really stand to lose five pounds before the wedding.
And post-finally, I can’t seem to wear eye-makeup without my eyes freaking out.
Yes, men, this is really what women think about. All. The. Time.