While you all have been singing the praises of the calendar, shouting triumphant TGIFs, I’ve been having meltdown after (minimally hidden) meltdown. Seems that the after-effect of the work-induced stress ball I was for the last week plus has culminated in me being annoyed by every living thing possible. Annoyed is understating it.
So while this raging case of PMS continues (seriously, what kind of a god now has my body so fucked up that I get to experience PMS and its immediate partner in crime less than every three weeks? Seriously. The rapid-fire ovulation is killing me.), I’m taking the night off.
While she does this:
I’m going to enjoy the scent of these (For The Fuck Of It Friday Flowers):
And watch a movie and read a book. There’ll probably be some soaking in some new bath salts (FYI: I learned how to make bath salts. This should make Christmas interesting). I might wash off the remnants of Tuesday’s make-up, steam and facialize myself. I might bake. I might clean.
You just never know, with me.
In other news, I have fabulously foolish plans: to make my what-I-swear-is 60 square-footed bathroom even smaller with the addition of a 6′ x 25″ x 15″ bookcase. Why? Because it will give me storage solutions in the form of the future awesome coordinating baskets, totes and boxes I plan to fill the shelves with. Can you say “The Container Store gives her wood”?
Oh, to store everything pretty-like and concealed, while still allowing at-my-finger-tips availability straight out of the shower.
Who am I kidding? I never shower.
