It’s not even 7pm and I already feel like I’ve lived four days today. I popped out of bed at 6:30 to go ride ‘my’ pony (my is in quotes because she’s not technically mine – damn adulting). Our tenants moved out today, so I finally got to clean my way – my condo would serve as a great cover letter for a job at Clorox. I also stained an outdoor table and refinished a bedside table. Now I’m on a plane to Chicago for a work event. On Friday one of my co-workers pointed out that I’m staying in ‘Viagra triangle’ where the men are old and rich and the girls are young and pretty.
So whenever I travel, I have a weird thing about bare feet going through airport security. It never bothered me until a friend mentioned how many nasty raw feet walked through the security line – that was enough to make me always travel in sneakers (or at least bring a pair of socks). I’m always freezing on airplanes, so I always keep a spare cardigan too!
Anyone do something they’re proud of today – and yes, sleeping in past 9am is a completely acceptable answer.
Cardigan: Loft purchased second-hand two years ago for $12 (similar, similar)
Tank: Popbasic purchased 1 year ago for $20 (similar, similar)
Shorts: J. Crew Factory purchased six years ago for $30 (similar, similar)
Shoes: Nike Frees purchased four years ago for $60 (similar)