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Today, I am wearing cords. If I walk fast, I may start a small fire. But these are the chances I take.
my pants go whoosh
when i moove my caboose
it feels free and loose
like fresh-squeezed juice
See that? That was me breaking it down, white girl style.
Didn't go to the gym this weekend. So, I have to force myself to go today and I gotta tell ya, I'm just not feelin' it, especially because it means I need to transfer on the metro and then walk the 15 minutes home. BOO. Thing is, I'm gonna do cardio at the gym - but doing cardio out of necessity isn't a plus for me.
So. We bought a table. We bought a table from..(wait for it)...IKEA!
Hah. First, we went to Structube to look at some stuff we saw online, but in real life it really wasn't that great. So, we went to Ikea. Ikea on a Saturday is tres relaxing. Sometimes I bring along a chamomile tea and sit on the display couches and meditate. NOT BLOODY LIKELY! Ikea on a Saturday is like swimming upstream with anvils for waterwings. And when you're not dodging screamy, boogery kids - you're negotiating paths around stationary mouthbreathers with their armfuls of wicker baskets and bathmats.
Anyway. We found the same style of table we wanted for a poopload less money. Why less dough? Because of course, you have to put together the stuff yourself. The table is on backorder. So we brought home 6 chairs. It took me an hour to put ONE of them together. I am going to invest in a catheter and a feeding tube and tackle the rest of them. Hopefully, I have chairs before I have cake decorators.
That was a saggy boob joke. PEOPLE, SERIOUSLY! (snapping fingers at yo' face) Get with it.