Yesterday, I was one of the lucky people to have the day off due to Presidents' Day.
And I had big plans.
I was going to do all kinds of stuff around the house! I was going to cook all sorts of "good for me" foods! I was going to be productive! OH.YES.I.WAS.
But then, when I woke up, I saw this on my nightstand:
It was all shiny and new and it was calling to me. So I thought, Oh hell. What's the harm in reading a chapter or two? Right?
Because, 475 pages later? I was still in my pajamas. I hadn't brushed my teeth or taken a shower yet. And the only thing I shoved down my gullet all day for a combination breakfast/lunch was SEVERAL chocolate covered strawberries that were left over from Valentine's Day.
WHAT? It's fruit, right?
Later on that night, Hubby and I met some friends for dinner at a Thai restaurant. It's a restaurant that we go to often because the food is really good and it's a really hip place. AND they use black light there to vamp up the atmosphere in the evening...VERY COOL.
But, last night? I was a little weirded out there because our waitress had a funky look to her. Her skin had a greenish tint to it. She was wearing contacts that made her eyes look like a cat. And, her teeth were so white that they freakin glowed!
When we were alone in the car on the way home, I asked Hubs, "Did you notice anything weird about our waitress?" He answered, "She had an interesting look. That's for sure." I responded, "I don't know, dude. She looked like a vampire to me (SHE REALLY DID)." That's when Hubs looked at me and shook his head in silence...like I was Cookoo for Coco Puffs or something.
Alright. I admit it.
I might need an intervention, people.
Maybe y'all should call somebody.