Today I felt like a sausage. Or maybe a leftover puff pastry. Whatever. When I pulled on my jeans I immediately knew. Whoa Nellie! It's time to stop the parade of sweets and treats that have been marching right in to my mouth.
Sausage or not, I was not going to dwell on it. I was a girl on a mission. A mission for me.
First, a loooong overdue trip to see my magic hair lady. I walked in and said, "Help!"
And she did.
My hair is basically the same style, a bit shorter, freshly highlighted AND I didn't have to blow dry it myself. That in itself is worth it!
To further celebrate the me in me, I had a massage. A sports/deep tissue massage to get ready for the race on Sunday. Nothing frou-frou about it, in fact it even hurt, but it's a good hurt. Sort of.
I finished the me party with a good 'ol brow and lip wax. Yes, it's true, from time to time I must get a lip wax. I always say afterwards, "Why didn't I do that sooner?"
I might be a sausage, but at least I'm well groomed.