You know when you're taking shower and wish to be cool enough to be able to turn it down for a relaxing cold stream? It never happens because this is the kind of torture nobody will commit to without a good cause so feel my pain or praise my resistance (delete as appropriate) as I'm forced to treat myself with therapeutic cold showers my body doesn't seem to appreciate. I believe we haven't been punished by our landlord for not submitting meter readings on time.
A gal that neglects her lips for most of her lifetime has splurged on four lipsticks on one shopping spree. But I know I'm doing the right thing. And I will need more to practice.
My marriage is revolutionarily restored with each season of new TV series or whatever's worth our time and horrified gasps. Nothing glues people together more than weekly couch sessions and far too many bowls of salted popcorn.
The Body Shop needs to set limits to my purchases because I rarely do. I love it that much and a little beyond.
Things that I do when pack for holiday - contemplate household purchases, check clothes for sizes and imagine their potential, overdose on tea and snacks, play around with accessories. Simply having fun rearranging my closet at the least appropriate hour.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone! And happy 4th July to all my American friends! x