I am nursing the second cold I have been plagued with in the past 4 weeks with tylenol cold & sinus and trough-fulls of the Tim Horton’s coffee I hauled back from NYC. I am lying in bed nursing my plagued laptop and watching last night’s season finale of Mad Men. For the third time. I weep that there are something like 273 days left until season 4 begins. I am still wearing what I slept in, which is, coincidentally, also what I wore all day yesterday. A vision, I tell you.
I had plans for today – BIG PLANS – to run 4 miles (without ripping apart one of my ankles this time). I am getting to that “OHMYGODWHATHAVEIDONE” stage of the whole half-marathon thing…although, to be honest, I really have been in this stage since the beginning. But I don’t do failure well. It’s not a good look for me.
to tell you all that my grammy told me she loved me yesterday after I fed her an entire bowl of soup. she really did. I said that I had to go and she said, I shit you not, “okay. I love you!” which may have made my entire year and maybe made me weep in the car on the way home (but, the weeping *may* have been caused my children’s whining) and even though she had no idea who we were – she called my dad Larry even though his name is Steve – she told me that she loves me, dammit.
to cure my Target withdrawal (I mean, it has been over a week since I’ve been inside one) and, really, what kind of work-at-home-mom would I be if I didn’t show my face at Target at least 4 times a week?!?
to do some actual work. Because, um, I actually LIKE the work that I do and I (surprise!) like money and real, live paychecks.
to bitch to Jen on skype about the effing Packers game.
to track down the person who posted hideous pictures of me on facebook from my camp years – - -Â do they NOT know the only person who is allowed to post all the bershon-y pictures of OldSchoolAli is ME? also, to be thankful that even though adolescence was horrifically unkind to me…post-adolescence was, indeed, good to me. I mean, really though, there was nowhere to go but up.
(look at ali all matchy-matchy! pink shirt, pink-patterned shorts, pink socks! and OY, the hair. THE HAIR!)
to decide whether or not I should go back to blond because while I like my hair brown, I am still – four months later – doing quadruple takes at the mirror and being all, “who is that? oh, right…that’s me. I’m a brunette.”
to put away the 17 loads of laundry that I did yesterday and to try to find matches for the ten single socks that have remained single for the last 3 months but yet I still hold out hope that will miraculously appear in the same way that they miraculously disappeared. You don’t believe me, do you?
I am nothing if not a truth teller.
And this truth teller is considering the pros and cons of a neti pot (yes? no?) to get rid of this post-nasal drip (SEXAY!) and possibly crawling back into bed for an hour. or two. or five.