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Tangeant Tuesday...is that a stye in my eye?

I went out with a friend last night after bartending.  He is the sweetest..and my new colourist as well. We went out to one of my favorite restaurants after I got off for a "night cap." By the way I'm totally aware that only people over 40 say that. Long story short, I was out late, which led me to needing a good sleep-in sesh. This doesn't happen often anymore. That internal clock that people always talk about (not the one that tells you that you need to have babies soon, the one that tells you to roll outta bed so you get to work on time!) has been waking me up. My body awakes a little before 7am every morning. Because of my complete confusion about the world, I usually spend about 30 seconds trying to figure out if I really do need to get up or not. Questions run through my mind like "Is it Saturday?" "Am I gonna have time to get a latte?" and "Where am I?" I got up this morning (then went back to sleep for another 4 hours) and stumbled into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and my right eye was red, swollen and feeling very agitated. This morning's question running through my mind: "Is that a stye in my eye?"

I went to the living room where my roommate (who had been up for about 3 hours) was making some sort of crock pot meal Our house has become very domesticated! We recently rearranged, inherited adorable plates and other kitchen items, and I got a sweet little asian making delicious food all the time. It's all working out very nicely. In a state of confusion (more than my normal amount) I ate some homemade banana bread and wondered what the eff was going on across the street.

We call it the Crack Car Wash...mostly because on Saturday mornings there are car washes there...put on by crack addicts,oops- recovering crack addicts. This morning I didn't hear the normal "CAR WASH!!!!" announcements but instead sounds of hammering, crushing, cementing etc. Turns out it's becoming...a remodeled Crack Car Wash. Fabulous.

Looking forward to a day of productivity and relaxation...I'll be returning yesterday's purchases due to buyers' remorse, biking to the beach for a quick lay-out, a Target stop, calls to credit card companies (fun!) and a bestie's birthday celebration a little later. My gals and I met at a wee 17 are now entering our mid-20's. Yowza.

More important information: I can hear my Portuguese landlord's mother's music. Her choice tunes are interesting.

Off I go...

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Karen Carter said…
Sounds like a fun morning! You are so stinkin clever Heard you saw my boy! Chad said"she loves you mom" and I smiled a big ole smile. Hope you have a good week. Hugs K

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