I didn't leave the house until 9:30 am yesterday. Almost 3 hours after I got the boy on the bus. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and put on gym clothes and, as one would expect, headed to the gym. Except I never made it to the gym. I drove right by it. Instead I was headed to TJ Maxx in search of ginger chews. Someone on Facebook suggested them when you had an upset tummy. Which I had the day before. Not yesterday. But still. Ginger. I love ginger. I am a ginger. Wait no, not really. I am L'Oreal R68, Ruby Rush Red. I suspect my natural color is a like a calico cat. Brown, Red, White and maybe even some black. Who knows.
Yeah, anyway, I was on a mission for ginger chews. I was told they could be found at TJ Maxx or World Market. I hit TJ's first since it was closer to the gym. Which I passed - the guilt was setting in. As a usual shopping expedition goes, I was immediately distracted by EVERYTHING else in the store I had to walk by to get to the back. Where the ginger chews were. 45 minutes later, I checked out with 2 different flavors of ginger chews, a sexy, but practical new bra, a new suitcase (because we are slowly replacing all the older ones in our house) and some fancy schmancy hand soap for the downstairs bathroom. *sigh* The good news is, everything only came to $69! Whaaaaat? Dealz! Ok, I felt better about getting distracted.
As I was walking out to my car, I was still considering the gym, but then my FitBit starting going into celebration mode which meant I had completed 10,000 steps for the day and it wasn't even 11:00!!! Wow! So of course the only logical choice was to go get some lunch instead.
I headed back home to change out of the gym clothes into some shorts, but I kept the t-shirt on since shorts and t-shirts are totally acceptable for any restaurant locally. At this point I was starting to feel a little guilty about not hitting the gym. Today was weights day. Ugh. That guilt trip lasted all of 10 minutes because by 12:00 noon I was sitting at the local Carolina Wings with a giant Miller Lite on the bar in front of me. For over an hour, I drank the equivalency of 4 bottles of beer (I'm guessing since I just pointed to the BIG mug. Twice). I watched the PGA Tour and random people come and go. I barely said two words to anyone. Lunch.
It was a glorious day. And probably the first time I had nothing to actually eat for lunch at a restaurant.
7:23 a.m. - 2016-09-23
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