What a strange and random day so far...BUT my Mavs beat the Heat last night. Mhmm.
T minus 6 days and counting for more than ten inches of my mop-head-hair to be removed. No more rolling my hair up in the windows, having it sat on, laid upon, eaten, touched by strangers (ok, maybe cutting my hair won't halt that), attacked by rabid animals, no more 50 pounds of this Red Muppet-y mane on my head. Can't wait. The new glasses seem to be treating my eyes like 2 tiny little queens with fancy-pants wine and fruits of the sort. I haven't brought myself to order the second pair of glasses just yet. Between, what, the whole cost thing not to mention coming to terms with the fact that I am actually not the new Bionic woman. Now I'm just sort of the 'onic woman with hip frames that doesn't run into the walls anymore like a blind diabetic dog. Go me! I decided to download a weight loss app today. (Just what I need, one more app) Now that I say it out loud (out loud/typing/same difference) it doesn't make much sense considering I don't really need to lose weight, but I wanted to track my miniature workouts, walks, etc. So I download the app. Low and behold...a Meal/Calorie tally. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood until I realized I had a third of my daily caloric intake in one meal. Well, the meal that actually wasn't a meal. Liquid refreshments, coffee, tea and yogurt. Oh, hello there, Denial.
During my dreaded grocery trip (I looooathe shopping) an Elderly man kept passing me in every aisle. It was hard to maintain composure each time he passed. The pajama man. It wasn't even the Walmart type of pajama action...this guy was classy. He gave a new meaning to the pajama pants shopping trip. Straw hat, Pink and Red Plaid Pajama pants pulled up to his man booboos and black dress shoes with a Green polo. I tried fumbling to snap a photo each time he Eeyore'd by but my phone just would not cooperate. I had guilt even though the cell phone discriminatory protecting Gods didn't allow a photo to be snapped. I still had guilt. The Wine guy caught me giggling to myself and whispered that, he too, had snapped a photo of The Plaid BooBoo King's ensemble. I had guilt and didn't even get a photo snapped.