Last night, in the space of three hours I:<\/p>\n
— Woolite-d my delicate camisoles and my fishnets and then hung them up around my bathroom to dry. Just like you see in the movies.<\/p>\n
— As I did the Woolite thing, I blasted Kelly Clarkson.<\/p>\n
Then I:<\/p>\n
— Gave myself a facial<\/p>\n
— Gave myself a pedicure<\/p>\n
— Poured a glass of Merlot and sipped it slowly and daintily<\/p>\n
— Sat down to watch Legally Blonde<\/i> – my feet propped up with pieces of tissue in between the toes<\/p>\n
— Oh yeah, and earlier – before the facial – I also inaugurated my Swiffer, which I absolutely adore. The easiest dusting and mopping I have ever done.<\/p>\n
And then two hours later, I got choked up <\/i>at the end of Legally Blonde<\/i>. I literally sat there, watching a movie I have already seen about five times, with tears in my eyes at the end.<\/p>\n
What the hell happened to me last night? It makes me feel like I need to go out and … build a carburetor or something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night, in the space of three hours I: — Woolite-d my delicate camisoles and my fishnets and then hung them up around my bathroom to dry. Just like you see in the movies. — As I did the Woolite … Continue reading