It’s Monday night and I’m just being a grown up. You know, a load of laundry, empty the dishwasher, and a little PBS.
I slept all of three or four hours last night but still managed my morning run. I reasoned that another hour of sleep wouldn’t make a difference in terms of exhaustion. Hopefully tonight I will hit those sheets hard and snooze like a morher effing bebe. At least that’s the dream 😉
Last Tango in Halifax is my PBS jam. I’m getting all caught up as I take out the recycling and wash the workout clothes. I desperately did not want to launder tonight but it needed to happen. Big girl pants on… Well at least for tonight.
I tried on my Victoria secret swim separates, quickly determined the tops worked but the bottoms were clearly obscene. That’s just too much body – eek! Very little material and they felt poorly constructed like they’d wash away with a single wave. I like my ass to be a bit more covered thank you very much Ms. Vicky’s. Those will be going back as soon as I can head into the city.