Rewards

Rewarding
So every week, if I meet my diet and exercise goals, I get a reward. My go-to reward is an iTunes spree (usually for new workout music), but last week I went with Kelly First to the craft store and I got this, a little travel watercolor set. Cute, no? I've always wanted one of these things, but I could never justify it. I mean, it's not like I'm always traveling to Paris like some people and have interesting things to paint as a result, but maybe I can find something around here to paint.

And Then There Was Lunch

We had lunch yesterday, David and I, with our buddy Griffin and Griff's wife Sally. Sally is one of the cool stay-at-home mom types that are as rare as...argh. What's something rare? (The Brain is not being very cooperative today.) Sally and Griff have five children between them. I don't remember how many of each gender, so let's just say five boys and five girls. No, really, I think it's like, maybe three boys and two girls. Sally is pretty amazing to me because she has five goddamned children to care for and she still always shows up everywhere looking pretty damned glam. Sometimes she looks a little tired of course (see also: girlfriend got five kids), but she's still always done, like, makeup, hair, done. That's amazing to me.

Me? I think that combing my hair is glam. If it's a big day--and I mean really big--I'll put in my contact lenses and maybe smear on some Carmex or something. Seriously. I used to have a friend who also wouldn't ever leave the house without makeup and who owns and wears corsetry and who can run in high heels, and she used to call my look "devil may care." This was when we were in college and I used to, no joke, wear my pajamas to class. (I was working in a lab then, so just picture me in my pajamas and lab coat.)

Sally doesn't make it to lunch too often. I actually haven't seen her in, geez, must be over a year. But she is pretty damned funny, almost as funny as Griffin, and she has a bunch of these crazy mom stories which I don't get to hear too often because most of my friends are dykes or spinsters or both. Sally's kind of an outlier in my tribe, I mean.

After Blunch

After lunch, I went off to Target to buy underwear. I seriously have no idea what happened to all my underwear. It was, like, one day I had underwear in numbers sufficient to make it through a week and then suddenly I had, like, one sad pair of stretched out period panties in my drawer. Where did all the underwear go?

I bought some simple, granny-ish underwear in black and gray, by the way. In case you're interested, I mean. And I bought some toothpicks and, what else? Hair care junk. My hair is like the plant from Little Shop of Horrors, always demanding new hair care products. (Feed me, Seymour!) I should just shave my head.