You know I ended up going to target and buying toilet paper yesterday, I couldn't even bring myself to blog about it. Is that really the best thing I could think of to do with my day? I walked around the mall too and pretty much all I got out of it was the exercise. Even if I was in a mood to buy clothes there would have been nothing to buy, it was all horrible. This wardrobe malaise of mine is coming at a very bad time actually because I have a bunch of fancy work stuff to do in the near future and it would be better to not look like a slob. I guess I'm going to have to buy some clothes, the horror! She says with sarcasm but is truly genuinely afraid of looking like ass in front of new colleagues. No reason I can't find one reasonable outfit, right?
The one thing I can't stop buying is pears. I'm in love with them right now. It's a pear affair. I don't know if it's pear season somewhere or if the stock is just amazingly good this week but I just love them. Even more than cupcakes. The thing about making fancy cupcakes is that I can never bring myself to eat them. They're too cute to eat, I'd rather look at them. Matt's had a good week for snacks though since he didn't spend hours arranging granules of pink sugar. Up hill both ways. Har Har Har. Anyway, how long do you think one could live on pears alone?
Four days till Fativersary 2 with almost nothing of interest to report. Unless the pear fast works out. I shall have to think of something, anything, to say about this year that I can live with. How to sum up these last twelve months of standing still and maybe even going backwards? Where's the positive spin there? So far all I've got is "buttoned a pair of tens and didn't die". Hardly the Nobel Prize of slimming.