Nights like tonight, I'm glad I'm single. I just got home from a longish day selling stuff at one of my 3 jobs, an outdoor recreation retail establishment, which isn't a bad way to spend the day, but damn I feel like an old lady with my aching back and feet!
The second I got home, I put on my "my roommate's not home, I'm keeping the thermostat at 65" pajamas: thick bright blue tights, scrubs, a navy blue silk undershirt, and an orange tshirt. I'll probably throw on my green wool socks and sherpa hat before the night is over. Now, come on, who wouldn't want to fall in love with and marry THAT?!
On the agenda tonight?
1) eat Thanksgiving leftovers (I finally ran out of Honey Nut Cheerios)
2) get some work done for one of my other 3 jobs (coordinating stuff)
3) laundry
4) hot cider with rum
5) 13 Going On 30
6) bed by midnight (or else I'll turn into a horrible bitchy woman in the morning)
See? I've got no time for a man in my life. At least not tonight . . .
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