I love love love fall. My favorite season by far, too bad it's gone by in a blur, how did it get to be October 17th all of a sudden? There's a lot I want to write about; venting about work, the failings of our current healthcare system, my hiatus on looking for love (I'm just happy that my kids are so great and love me, it's enough for me right now), women in binders, you name it, my mind is always going, although most of the time I just feel like I'm cerebrally spinning my wheels. But right now I'm way too tired because I stayed up late watching the debate and then the post debate debriefing (I feel tight with Gwen Ifill and the PBS gang having watched them so much this season), Charlie Rose and Co.'s take on the debate and then a little Craig Ferguson to lighten things up. So yes, I did drop my kids off at school wearing the clothes I slept in sticking a winter cap on my head to hide how bad my behead looked, I was only partially successful in this. Then I ran over to the grocery store and who should I see strolling out, looking delectable with an ice coffee in his hand, but the hot guy from the gym. Note to self, make a concerted effort to wake up at least fifteen minutes earlier so you can look at least reasonably presentable and age appropriate.
3 comments:
I love the Fall photos. It's my favorite season too. Washing hair in the morning before dropping off the kids at school.. That would be an admirable feat and not one I can ever imagine happening here. Most mornings I go to the gym i try to do what I call dress up gym meaning leggings with nice sweater and shoes and change in the car to sneakers. You know Paris women apparently never wear workout clothes in public- insert rolled eyes...
Parisian women aren't even into Lulu Lemon, I'm totally joking here. Wow I guess it's good I don't travel that much being that I'd never fit in in Paris. I long for the simple things, I would kill for hair like yours that I could just throw back in a ponytail, unfortunately I'll never have that.
Ha! I thought I was the only one who kept going through the night, and shows up wearing a ball cap, in the morning for no other reason. I'm glad I'm not alone. Still, I never run into your hot guy from the gym... I wonder why?
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