Well, all I have to say is THIS WEEK IS FLYING BY.
That is not all I have to say, and this week is not flying by, NOT AT ALL. Which is surprising considering all of the exciting things that I have been doing.
For example, last night I went to the store in an effort to continue my years long quest to find the perfect shade of pink lip gloss. I ended up buying two new options, but am unimpressed with the results.
Both colors are pretty in the tube but when I put them on they sort of disappear into a very pale shimmer which might cause someone to say, "Hmm, are you even wearing lip gloss?" instead of "OH WOW, I LOVE YOUR PINK LIP GLOSS." The latter is the obviously the reaction that I am aiming for. And so the search continues in that department.
This morning began just like every morning, meaning that I sighed and whined and complained to myself when my alarm went off at 6:55. I've never been a morning person, but one might think that after months and months and months of waking up at 6:55, I would just accept it.
At precisely 7:03 every day I stumble into the bathroom and wash my face with the Clean and Clear MORNING BURST FACE WASH that I bought hoping that perhaps if I washed my face with that every morning I would feel just as perky and alive and excited for the day as the girls on the commercial.
And then I return to my room and turn on Good Morning America while I finish getting ready, partly so that when I get to work and someone mentions the election or current global tensions I have something more intelligent to contribute than HEY SPEAKING OF NORWAY, DOES ANYONE KNOW OF A GOOD PINK LIP GLOSS, and also I may or may not have a major crush on Josh Elliot.
Today the lead story wasn't about politics or the global climate, but instead it centered on Donald Driver, Greenbay Packers football player and this season's Dancing with the Stars champion. Apparently Mr. Driver was at some sort of event over the weekend, and at one point threw his shoe to a young boy in the crowd. A woman standing near the boy WRESTLED HIM DOWN and eventually got the shoe for herself.
Now I'll be honest.
I don't know much about Donald Driver aside from the fact that he performs a mean Samba and apparently knows his way around a football field.
However, if I ever became so famous that an adult would take down a small child just to become the owner of one of my old shoes, I would think "WHOA NELLY - TIME TO REIGN IT IN."
The rest of the day progressed as usual and after work I ate dinner with Matt's family and then swung by my parent's house. True to form I came home with a box of miscellaneous items - including some fresh cut lavender, two large mason jars, a gift certificate to Rita's Water Ice, and a lemon.
The only thing missing was some pink lip gloss.