|This is my perfect day hair. Also my perfect day lips. |
A perfect day.
It's very possible that my gals and I have gone around a dinner table and each responded to this prompt...What is your perfect day? Good lesson to be learned here- women really like talking. What?!
Obviously starting out with a magical walk on the beach and ending with dinner at Ruth's Chris would qualify as perfect. These days in the midst of grad school, work, tight quarters and schedules, my perfect day has become just a bit simpler, and much more realistic.
I just wanna...
Be woken up by my husband on his way out the door, at 7.
Drink my latest Nespresso fave "Trieste Napoli". Somehow it's just as fun to pretend I'm a Barista as it is to sip on that delightful brew.
Since my gym bag will have been packed the night before (it was done at the end of the perfect day prior) I'll throw on my favorite Nike Capri's and the rest of the necessary work-out/outer wear faves. The reality is I run (pretty slowly) on a treadmill, not in the "outer" parts, but try to look like I have it together when I arrive to the gym. I figure I might as well fool at least a few people into thinking I'm stylishly athletic. I actually sweat all over my favorite avocado, touristy t-shirt cerca Cabo 2010. It's that real effortless look.
After my work out, I shower at the gym since I didn't forget my shower flip-flops. Why do I always forget my flip flops? Perfect days don't include forgetting.
Then I head to work, and on the way eat the other half of my PB&J that I made for breakfast. Jillian says you should eat protein before and after a work out...why not? I'm tuned into 760 KFMB and even though it's only 9am, the Sean Hannity show is on.
I probably should have mentioned that I did blow-dry my hair and it did turn out very straight. Days that aren't perfect are typically about baby powder and buns, not blow-drying.
Work flies by and I am so productive that I even get in some reading for class and a blog post. My class is tomorrow night, not tonight, because it's a perfect day.
I get home and am greeted by my boo and my cat. The three of us eat dinner then watch last weeks' SNL.
We're in bed by 10...and I actually have washed my face, and put in my retainers (sexy right?). My hub makes fun of my temporary speech imped for a few minutes, then we spoon.
And that's all folks.