So no one else is really here and those who are here aren't doing much (except for Jason because he's the best and never slacks - though he is damnably fast at the "get the only custard doughnut first" race that we have Fri AM's). I've surfed, I've worked, I've tried to wheedle a seat on an earlier flight for my Main Man here at the office but nothing has made the time move along. So...I shall resort to this - blabbing about nothing to the enrichment of no one.
Do you know how hard it is to find nice blouses when your boobs are the equivalent of wearing a set of water wings on your chest? I have nearly surrendered. I resorted to consorting with those very strange creatures who deploy themselves under the heading "LDS". My gentle reader, they even offer "temple" underoos. Yessss...it's a bodysuit with long sleeves. Because your barren flesh might offend the God that made the flesh - er - fleshy. We shall all be driven mad with lust at the sight of your...forearms! Verily, yes!
Sigh...the things human beings will conjure up to drive down their natural senses.
Anyway - blouses - so I have ordered this thing and if it doesn't fit or is ugly as hitting - um - God - I think I shall just give up. You know what I wanted? Oh, I knew I should have just paid some good tailor a fair sum to manage it for me...I wanted this - no, no - I coveted this:
Lovely, no? Instead, I have done what every woman knows is the most foolish thing in the world for an important event: I have gone with separates.
I can hear you cackling, you know.
Oh, sure. I have the perfect divine skirt. Yes! But if the above-referenced bit of fluff doesn't fit? Sca-rewed, people. And, to tell you the truth, it only serves me right for being so silly. I brought it on myself.
But I suppose there are other worries. We've the cake reception to care for still (hey - the whole process changed recently at the facility. How was I to know?), the dinner location to work out, and the final list of Goings On to issue to the attendees once I can get a dag blamed headcount. (What is wrong with people that they cannot follow clear instructions?) I am not panicking. Yet.
In other news, I worked out relatively hard yesterday and can feel it now - the squats echoing in the deep parts of my buns, the nose crushers in my tri's - and the push-ups! Yes, they're joining in, too. I absolutely ADORE the home gym that Trooper has made for us. It's fantastic. But he is so clear on what he will be doing while I just putter about. I used to be really good about it - I was very diligent and focused. I think I need to return to that again. Even if it does mean we cannot chit chat whilst working out. I have this thing - I have to feel what I am doing and sometimes that means closing my eyes and closing out the world. I can have great form if I get deeply focused.
Do you know what I wish I could have? (Assuming, of course, the boob job works out and all that...) It's a lot unrealistic considering my physique. LOL I know! But I mean the general ratio of things - the balance of it. I adore that perfection and while I might never know it, I do know that I can at least be my version thereof.
I was once...
So, that's my day. Between work, I've managed to update the blogmonster and distract myself from the boredom. Sure, there were more important things to say but I didn't want to be a brainiac. What I really wanted was to be at Whole Foods perusing produce. LOL I want to do nothing but mill about and be one of those lazy shoppers, just going store to store and having no pressure.
There's always tomorrow!!!