Weekend Motivation
This past weekend, my friend, Cindy, and I treated ourselves to a night at the Arlington in Hot Springs complete with massage. It was her birthday. I won't tell her age, but I don't know why she would mind. She is 10 years older than I, and she looks fabulous. She's one of those pixy-elf friends I mentioned in an earlier post. And when I say fabulous, I mean FABULOUS. Great body, beautiful face, and ultra-talented. (I hate her.)
I must be a glutton for punishment (not to mention pretty darned stupid) because when we left her house, I just HAD to ask if she remembered her bathing suit. She hadn't, so in another act of sheer stupidity, I went back for her to get it. When we got to the hotel, she stayed in the lobby while I parked in the parking deck. I realized she had left her bathing suit and cover-up in the back seat, so I put them in my purse (yes, they fit IN MY PURSE) and started back to the lobby.
Her cover-up is this white net-looking robe-thing. I was thinking about that while I was walking. You see, my cover-up is a t-shirt reading "Not only am I perfect, I'm a redhead" with the sleeves cut off and a slit in the neck. I got tickled thinking about how different we are, then reality hit me. I could never wear that cover-up without members of Greenpeace storming the pool area to free the whale from the fishing nets.
As long as no one holds up a hoop for me to jump through I'll be okay. (I wonder how much Sea World pays?)
Actually, in reality, I do feel much better about myself. Much more confident. This has been one of the best things I have ever done for myself, followed very closely by that awesome massage.
I must be a glutton for punishment (not to mention pretty darned stupid) because when we left her house, I just HAD to ask if she remembered her bathing suit. She hadn't, so in another act of sheer stupidity, I went back for her to get it. When we got to the hotel, she stayed in the lobby while I parked in the parking deck. I realized she had left her bathing suit and cover-up in the back seat, so I put them in my purse (yes, they fit IN MY PURSE) and started back to the lobby.
Her cover-up is this white net-looking robe-thing. I was thinking about that while I was walking. You see, my cover-up is a t-shirt reading "Not only am I perfect, I'm a redhead" with the sleeves cut off and a slit in the neck. I got tickled thinking about how different we are, then reality hit me. I could never wear that cover-up without members of Greenpeace storming the pool area to free the whale from the fishing nets.
As long as no one holds up a hoop for me to jump through I'll be okay. (I wonder how much Sea World pays?)
Actually, in reality, I do feel much better about myself. Much more confident. This has been one of the best things I have ever done for myself, followed very closely by that awesome massage.
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