So much so that as I was skipping to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I tripped on the bottom of my flannel nightgown. I know. So said. Butch down! Butch down! I cried because it hurt so much! After 10-15 minutes of open weeping, I went about my morning grooming routine.
After I was perfectly coifed and dressed (Who’s the fairest of them all?), I made a nice cup of chamomile tea. Drank it in my souvenir mug from the movie The Notebook.
And then it was off to my home office to do some work. There was a Phillies spring training update on the local sports channel and some show on how drinking beer can actually boost your sex life and make you more attractive to the ladies, but luckily those shows didn’t interest me so I was able to focus on my work.
I know, I know … all work and no play makes butch a dull boy/girl. I did take a short work break to watch an infomercial on a new line of skin care from France!
I’m waiting to hear from W about when she’s coming home. It’s Friday, which means salad night for us!
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Well, happy April 3rd to all of my Flannel Files followers. Unfortunately, this post is two days too late. Story of my life, folks.
See if you can spot all of the inconsistencies in the above post. And remember to never take yourself too seriously.