Kittens, today I’m feeling confessional, so we’re just going to roll with it.
Beyond a long nap, a trip to the mall and some preemptive Easter candy eating, I have accomplished absolutely nothing today.
We’re two days away from the first Seder and so far my Passover preparations have consisted of infusing vodka and sourcing a pint each of gelato and sorbet.
I’m going Pub Golfing tonight and I’m more concerned about the fact that my nails look like hell than which of the twelve polo shirts hanging in my closet I should wear.
I might end up looking like a Pub Hunter-Jumper, but it won’t be for lack of trying.
If you’re obviously trying to dress to Make A Statement or Be On The Cutting Edge Of Fashion and fail miserably, I usually judge you.
When I was at the mall today, I nabbed a beautiful cowl neck sweater at Ann Taylor. It was on Final Sale…for $5.88. The icing on the cake? It was 40% off everything in the store.
My post-run eating today has by-and-large consisted of chocolate. Take that, Runner’s World. I crave what I crave.
For the first time in recent memory, I have absolutely no desire to make sure that every dish ends up in the dishwasher the instant it goes into the sink.
I actually enjoyed that blustery-windy-cold feeling today. For about 10 seconds. And then I cursed my existence.
The wedding is less than two months away. I still don’t know what shoes I’m wearing. What’s worse? I still have zero interest in finding them.
What’s your weekend confession?
Have you ever gone Pub Golfing?
I actually haven’t ever been, so I’m 11/10 excited. There’s still a chance that I’ll send y’all a theme-y snap or two from the bar tonight 🙂