The show is over, I'm a shattered and exhausted little girl. I was there for just over ten hours on Saturday so I tried to balance it out by pretending to be a vegetable all day yesterday. I lay like broccoli only to move from my bed to the couch. I got up a couple of times to make myself a cup of tea and that was the extent of my movement. I could so use today to go for a gentle run and do more of the same with some cleaning thrown in. Onion Ring was a good girl last week and I believe she has vacuumed and managed to not have the kitchen look like it's going to walk away. Perhaps my absence highlighted how little she actually does? Perhaps left to her own devices she's vaguely clean? Judging by the smell emanating from her bedroom each time she opens the door I'm being hugely optimistic here.
Back to the real world today. Back to being a functioning person that can't shake off irritating responsibilities due t working a thousand hours a day. Drats. I have a quasi-date on Friday night with the Swedish polo player. I sooooooo don't want to go! I'm really trying to think of different ways I can get out of it! Next week is fully booked with Christmas functions so I have to put some energy into pretending to have holiday spirit and strongly resist the urge to say Bah Humbug to all who come near me. I'm also fairly unaware of what mistletoe looks like. I'd like to avoid standing near any of that stuff in the same way I'd like to avoid exposing myself to airborne eboli.
Wardrobe Summary: Oh dear. Black and tan stacked round toe pumps, black opaque tights, black pencil skirt, white shirt, tight brown sweater, pink scarf (I'm freezing), black dior diamante glasses (hence the oh dear). Hair, pony tail with two skinny black bands. Make Up: Nars Emotional Rescue Palette.
Floss. x
Back to the real world today. Back to being a functioning person that can't shake off irritating responsibilities due t working a thousand hours a day. Drats. I have a quasi-date on Friday night with the Swedish polo player. I sooooooo don't want to go! I'm really trying to think of different ways I can get out of it! Next week is fully booked with Christmas functions so I have to put some energy into pretending to have holiday spirit and strongly resist the urge to say Bah Humbug to all who come near me. I'm also fairly unaware of what mistletoe looks like. I'd like to avoid standing near any of that stuff in the same way I'd like to avoid exposing myself to airborne eboli.
Wardrobe Summary: Oh dear. Black and tan stacked round toe pumps, black opaque tights, black pencil skirt, white shirt, tight brown sweater, pink scarf (I'm freezing), black dior diamante glasses (hence the oh dear). Hair, pony tail with two skinny black bands. Make Up: Nars Emotional Rescue Palette.
Floss. x
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